Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 23:31:20 -0500 (EST) From: dastardlyd3@aol.com Subject: Seniors United - Chapter 3 Well, here I am again, 14 days later offering another chapter of "Seniors United." The previous chapters have been posted in Gay/Beginnings, most recently, chapter two on January 1, 2012. As always, I appreciate your work, providing a forum for all of us frustrated "Charles Dickens types." Dick Merrill TO THE READER: THIS STORY IS ABOUT MEN WHO LOVE OTHER MEN. IF MAN TO MAN SEX OFFENDS YOU, OR IT IS ILLEGAL WHERE YOU LIVE FOR YOU TO READ IT, PLEASE STOP NOW. Seniors United - New Year's Eve on the Way After the Christmas Day potluck, Charlie did a bit of rearranging in his apartment, went grocery shopping, then found himself alone, nothing particularly interesting to do, and wishing he could enjoy the new friendships he experienced at Christmas. He had an idea: `I'll ask Henry to come to dinner." Charlie went down the hall to Henry's apartment, rang the door bell, and waited for Henry to answer the bell. No answer. He started back to his apartment feeling dejected. Before he got to his door, Yolanda appeared in front of him, wearing a big smile, and asking a question. "We keep a roster of telephone numbers and apartment numbers of those residents who wish to know their neighbors. Would you mind if we put your name on the roster, and your phone number and apartment number?" Charlie replied quickly, "No. That would be fine. I'd like to know my neighbors better, and how to contact them." Yolanda handed him a clipboard and pen, pointed to an empty line, and said, "Just put your name in the first part, particularly noting if you have a nickname you like to use, then your phone number, and, finally, your apartment number." He did. She was satisfied, and said, "Thank you. Rose and I want you to be sure to come to the New Year's Eve party. It will start with drinks around 9 p.m., and end shortly after midnight. Same interesting people you met on Christmas Eve, same piano player, same good fellowship." She turned, and was gone in an instant. Charlie thought how she should have been a runner in the Olympics. Before he got to his door, he heard Henry call out, "Hey there, Charlie. Whatcha up to?" Charlie turned and saw Henry laden down with grocery bags, trying to get his door key out of his pocket while holding on to too many grocery bags. Charlie said, "Here. Let me hold these while you get your key out." Henry handed Charlie just the bags he had held in his right hand, got the key out, opened the door, and said, "Come in, Charlie. I wanted to talk to you." "Good," Charlie said, "I rang your bell, but you weren't home. So, now we can both talk." Henry led the way into the kitchen, put his grocery bags on the kitchen table, received the other bags from Charlie, and put them on the table also. Then he asked Charlie, "How about a cup of coffee? It won't take but a minute to make fresh coffee." Charlie smiled and said, "You're a mind reader. I'm dying for a cup of coffee." Henry did get the coffee maker going rapidly, then led Charlie to the living room, taking off his heavy Winter coat and putting it over a chair. He gestured to the sofa and said, "Have a seat. Coffee will be ready shortly. What do you like in your coffee? I have real cream, real sugar, and various imitations of both." Charlie chuckled and replied, "I just like it black." In no time at all, Henry was back with two steaming cups of black coffee, which he placed on the coffee table, then sat down beside Charlie, close enough to put his arm around Charlie's shoulders. "How are you settling in, Charlie? Is there anything you need? Some help doing something? I'd be happy to help." Charlie smiled and said, "I'm doing just fine. I had such a good time Christmas Eve and Christmas Day that I think I'm going to really enjoy living here in Seniors United." Henry smiled and said, "That's how we think of ourselves in this building. Unfortunately, I don't think you can say that about all the other buildings in this complex of senior housing. I'm not sure how we all managed to come together in this building, and to become a family, but it is true, we're like a family. Many of us have no living family, or no family that will have anything to do with us. "Many of us have only known hate before, and this is a big switch, to come here and be accepted. Of course, Rose and Yolanda are an important reason it is so friendly. "I don't know if you know it, but Rose was a principle in a grade school. She also taught music, and had the kids singing at all the school assemblies. Yolanda was an English teacher. Someone told the schools office that Rose and Yolanda were a couple of lesbians. The School Superintendent fired them both immediately. There was a law suit. Almost all the parents of the students petitioned to restore them to their jobs. They started demonstrating outside the Superintendent's office. He finally gave in and restored them to their jobs. The law suit was dismissed. The Superintendent retired shortly thereafter. Rose and Yolanda continued their teaching until they retired. Then they moved here." "That's quite a story. I knew I'd like them as soon as I met them. I didn't realize what a powerhouse team they are. Do they think up all these get-togethers?" "Yes. They're always asking for ideas, accepting help and some financial aid. They're not wealthy. No one in this building is. I'll tell you a secret: Rose is Jewish, so she doesn't cook pork or ham. There are always volunteers to do that baking. She does the beef or lamb or chicken or turkey. "See. It's a great place to live." Henry had been stroking Charlie's shoulders, then his hair. Charlie had leaned his head against Henry's chest. Henry used his free hand to unbuttoned a button on Charlie's shirt, then stroke his hairy chest. Charlie gave a soft moan, then unbuttoned a button on Henry's shirt, and ran his hand over Henry's smooth chest, pausing to rub a nipple. Henry sighed and said, "Let's take this to a more comfortable place, the bedroom. Do you mind?" Charlie smiled, stood, and took Henry's hand to help him rise. Hand in hand the walked into the bedroom. Henry led Charlie up to the bed, then put his arms around Charlie and kissed him gently on the mouth. Charlie returned the kiss, then hurriedly pulled Henry's shirt from his trousers. Henry quickly responded, pulling Charlie's shirt up and out of his trousers. When each chest was bare, they drew together in a tight hug. Charlie initiated the kiss, and Henry happily returned the kiss. Each man unhooked the other's belt, dropped his zipper, then pushed both the pants and the undershorts down. Out popped two engorged cocks. They did a "duck walk" to the bed, took off their shoes and socks, shook off their pants and boxers, and turned to each other, to kiss and hug. "Let me pull the covers back," said Henry. Charlie helped him. Each took a side of the bed, and came together face to face. Charlie ran his hands down Henry's chest, then down to his balls, and finally took Henry's cock in his hand. Henry did the same, then they leaned forward and kissed. Charlie's tongue traced a line to Henry's ear. Henry signed and said, "Oh, nobody's done that since Al died, and I like it. "Here, let me give you some pleasure," and he leaned down and took one of Charlie's nipples in his mouth, first running his tongue around it, then gently biting down on it. Charlie jumped and said, "Oh, gee. That's the first time anyone apart from Ralph chewed on my nipples, and I like it. Are your nipples sensitive like mine? Here, let me find out for myself." Charlie ran his finger around the outside of the nipple, then gently pinched it. Henry jumped and moaned. Charlie knew his nipples were sensitive, and he leaned down and chewed on that nipple. While Charlie was working on Henry's nipples, Henry was rubbing Charlie's testicles, then his scrotum, then he perineum. Charlie was chuckling and swinging his penis back and forth. "Hey, man you've got my balls and my cock, and you've discovered the area between my balls and my ass is very touchy. Keep at it. I love it all." Henry did "keep at it," and soon had Charlie's penis in his mouth. It was uncut, about five inches, and mid-range between skinny and thick. Just perfect for a man who likes to suck cock. Charlie swung his body around and took Henry's cock in his mouth. It was cut, probably about the size of Charlie's, and his good tasting precum was flowing out of the piss slit. Charlie licked it up, stuck his tongue into the piss slit, and pulled the skin up towards the head. Henry's cock got very hard, his balls drew up to his perineum, and he was ready to fire off a load of cum. Charlie stopped, hoping Henry wouldn't cum so soon. Henry had Charlie's cock about as hard as his own, and he left his tongue inside Charlie's foreskin till they both calmed down. Even with the attempt to cool down, only a little sucking and each came in the other's mouth. Charlie said, "You sure shot off a big load, and it was so sweet." "Well, so did you, and I licked up every drop. I liked the taste." They swung around and faced each other, falling immediately into a kiss. They shared each other's cum in the kiss. Then they hugged each other. Henry said, "Charlie, it's not the company or the hour, but I think I need to rest for a bit. Will you stay with me?" "I'd like to. I'd like to cuddle up with you. How about if I turn my back to you, and you spoon up against me?" "Fine, Charlie. Let's rest and enjoy our lovemaking. You know, I don't remember the last time I tasted anyone's cum, and I know I haven't been with anyone since I moved in here, and that's been over five years." "It's been years since Ralph and I could do anything together. I haven't been with anyone else since I first met Ralph. That's more than since you were born." "I doubt it, Charlie. I'm 62. How about you?" "I'm 66." "You don't look it, Charlie." "Neither do you look your age, Henry. Of course, neither one of us is a Spring chicken, but I guess we can manage." They cuddled and relaxed, and were soon asleep. ______________________________________________________________________________ TO THE READER: NIFTY IS A NON-PROFIT WEB SITE. IT NEEDS YOUR DONATIONS TO REMAIN OPERATING. LOOK AT THE HEADING TO SEE HOW TO DONATE. AUTHORS ON NIFTY ARE NOT PAID, BUT WE ENJOY THE POSITIVE COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS WE RECEIVE. THANKS FOR READING, dastardlyd