Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2010 08:39:24 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Never Too Late

Never too late for it. Copyright Alex Carr 2010

I recently moved to a sheltered home scheme renting through a local Housing
 Association. That's where I met Gordon, a widower with a heart by- pass
which he  said made him a little bit immobile.

I got to know him doing my bit in the community garden, he would come and
sit on the garden swing chair as I tended the garden.

In between times I would take a seat and chat with him. I could never have
imagined in any shape or form would I ever become involved in an intimate
relationship with this guy, for one he was in his seventies, a decade older
than  I and for two, because of his medical condition.

It didn't become apparent  that he had an attraction for me when,  dressed
in shorts and perched upon his seat with thighs parted, I had observed
occasionally he scratched himself over his privates. I thought nothing of it
because lots of guys do that openly these days, maybe often to announce their
masculinity when a girl took their fancy. How could I have know that in
Gordon's  case it was me!

As our discussions grew more regular  in the garden I noticed how much
more prominently he was rubbing himself as we talked about anything, the
weather, the garden, anything. And as I realised it was not just your common or
garden scratch I saw each time he had developed a swelling beneath those
tight  beige shorts which, surprisingly, I felt drawn to.

Now Gordon knew I was married, he'd met my wife several times - in the
garden and doing his rounds in the flats collecting for charity so I
automatically assumed he would never make serious moves in my direction
unless given a good reason, He had strong virtues I realised that. But I
felt the urge to be with him stronger and stronger oddly enough. What it
was lured me to him as a mystery, but Gordon was a really nice guy, never
groaned of moaned and had a wonderfully warm disposition, but I did feel he
was lonely so perhaps my companionship would make him feel better about
life.

As our conversations took a more intimate line, he bravely told me about
how
it was with his wife, that in her later days when her cancer became more
imminent, how she lost altogether the need and wanting of sex and how he
realised his bi-sexuality. When she died all that was forgotten because of the
trauma, he told me, but recently his interest had been restored.
I did not  ask him why that was but I had a good idea, it was just the way
he looked at me  when he told me that.

So I felt it was just right for me to share some of my darkest secrets with
 him, because he had been open with me - and anyway I found myself  wanting
 to go that step further because when I questioned him about his medical
condition - and how any intimacy would effect that, he simply replied that he
 still gets the urge, that the doctor said do what his body told him and
enjoy  life while he was able
I did feel empathy towards him  and joked that I  had noticed that -  but
when he came out to me when he told me that, there  had to be a way to give
him some gratification.

"Have you ever thought of making it with one of the single women here?" I
asked.

He smiled and said that he had, but somehow he could not even raise and
eyebrow anymore for an older woman, and the younger ones never gave him a
second  glance anyway, which he said was understandable.

I just sat there in silence for a while, did a little more hand weeding in
the flower bed nearby, kneeling and bending to reach the offending
groundsels  and other  weeds.

I felt a certain surge come over me, like I knew he was watching me with
some intensity, but it made me feel good.

Gordon continued our conversation as I pulled out the weeds and,
occasionally turning my head I noticed just the way he was looking at me bent  over,
the way he was squeezing himself at quite a pace.
I was excited sure  enough, found myself stretching over further to
pronounce my rear end and then I  hear a response.

"Bloody lovely" he gasped.
I lifted myself  back up on my knees and  responded:  "Pardon?"
"Nothing ," he said with a flush, " I was just  referring to the flowers."
"Which flowers are they then, Gordon? All I can  see is weeds" I quizzed.
"Alright, Pete," he grinned, "You've got me over a  barrel" and I think
we both knew what he meant at that point, And my wicked  thoughts were saying
I wish right now he could have me over a barrel!

But it was good, I sat down on a garden chair facing him again. I felt more
 easy about telling him that my wife and I had not `indulged' since way
back,  that although we still loved each other there was not the urge anymore
and due  to her medical condition, her chronic problems and the like we
decided it better  to abstain. But that did not mean that my sexual feelings had
somehow gone,  whether she realised that I did not know but of late I had
been involved in a  homosexual relationship with this younger guy called
Danny who used to come for  a morning when the opportunity arose, when my wife
was away doing her voluntary  stint. I told him that Danny and I had enjoyed
several sessions but how somehow  we had lost touch and how I did miss that.

Gordon empathised with me saying that was not good for man or beast and
that perhaps we, both being in similar positions and no doubt like mind, could
 rectify the problem,

"Would you like that, Pete?" he asked eagerly.

I decided to join him on the garden swing chair. I think my automatic
action gave him my reply, it was quiet, the garden was empty, there was no one
else around and we were hidden by the weeping willow trees. I saw that he
had  been rubbing himself again as we spoke so I simply said:" Perhaps I
should do  that?"

His look was enough, I saw his expression glow and when I moved my hand
gently down to him, along the curve of his thigh and up in between he gasped  "
Oh! Pete- if only you knew."

"Knew what?" I asked starting to squeeze him gently through his shorts,
feeling the swell more apparent as I did so, it felt lovely and subtle, it
had  been a long time since I touched Danny, now the thrill returned.
"Just how  much I have wanted this moment with you, it's a wonder you didn'
t realise, the  aching I have felt for you."
I was now massaging him to the full as he  gasped, held his head back, his
mouth opening and his eyes closing as I gently  worked my finger into the
opening of his shorts working and edging my fingers up  and up along his
thigh.

But I could not get to him, his shorts were much too tight. I settled for a
 more firm massage over his shorts, pressing evenly into his crutch, seeing
his  legs swivel each time I squeezed. His cock was full and mature, he was
well  equipped I could tell that, even Danny wasn't that large.

"Pete, we'd better vamoose into the summer house," Gordon suggested like
it  was a  matter of life and death, well  I guess the urge was urgent,  the
summer house had a lock, we could both strip inside and let go to our hearts
 content.

"Oh! How you are so ready" I said as he quickly stripped down, his cock
red  and pulsing upwards and down, for a guy of his age he was very well
equipped and  I knew then how I wanted to feel him fuck me. That was the truth
although it  even shocked me thinking about it, that I could have got that
feeling with a guy  that much older, but his cock was ripe as he stood there
before me and  instinctively I was on my knees once more, this time not
weeding the groundsel  but sucking ripe cherry pink cock head, because, my
feelings getting  hotter,  I saw he had been circumcised and I had never had a cut
guy  before. It was a fantastic suck and his bulge certainly filled my
mouth. Not at  all as I would have imagined, there was a sort of a pungent taste
about it, no  foreskin to stretch back as I did with Danny, just
concentrating on the absolute  thrill of prodding that sweet p-hole , recapturing in
feeling his bulbous red  end  wrapped in my tongue as I took him in deep
throat, hearing him groan  and pant, and there was a lot more to come.

"I can see it stretching your cheeks" he muttered in a very gruff voice as
 his rough hands held my head each side, "Pete I am cuming, I can't hold
back,  sorry."

"Shh!" I summoned,  "no problem" and I was happy enough  making  this old
guy so happy. He had a strong spurt as feeling it shudder I released it
from my mouth and jerked him firmly until it spat over the wall nice and
strong,  Gordon gasping that sound of wonderful gratification. I gradually slowed
down  the jerking and took my hand away, he took over, cradling his well
satisfied  shrinking cock into his palm saying "thank you, Pete"

When he'd restored himself I realised the urge had gone, he said if I
wanted for him to do something for me but I replied I was happy to wait until he
 was ready again.

Then we got talking more, he said it would be lovely if I could visit him
in his flat and perhaps we could go further.

I replied that would be lovely, that I would like that.

"Pete?"
"Yes, Gordon?"

"Can I ask you a very private question?"

I felt my whole body tingle knowing it was going to be something very
intimate and my hopes were aspired, that he wanted to know if - in so many
words- if I would let him fuck me.
I replied that I would dearly love that,  so long as he wasn't putting his
abilities to risk, that we could make it gentle  to start with.

But I guess anything to do with the sexual act when it comes to reaching
that beautiful finale - is anything but gentle.

I was to enjoy his cock rising to the occasion, tasting and sucking each
bother to our hearts content, and the way he realised I loved for him to suck
me  was so absolutely thrilling. I'd be all ass for him anyway he wants,
the way he  found best to stretch my cheeks so wide, and the gorgeous feelings
derived from  him pressing his mouth deep between my cheeks, sometimes he
wanting me to sit on  him so he could really enjoy the feel and taste of me.
He loved to sniff me up  prior to fucking and when I felt his bulk slip up
inside, after that lengthy and  wonderful sucking of me there, it was simply
out of this world, heaven sent. We  fucked and fucked and when I returned to
my flat, my wife asked as always if I'd  enjoyed my gardening..

I always told her I did, that I had done some more planting or weeding as
the case may be. Knowing in fact that it had been beautifully proportioned
Gordon who had done the planting and deep into me!
"You look nice and  exhausted now, I'll make you a nice cup of tea?"

I settled into my chair feeling that Gordon was still inside me as I
snuggled my self into the seat, and his fucks were so deep and gratifying I knew
I would have that feeling the whole night through.
"Yes please, darling. Two  sugars as usual!"

I felt at ease with Gordon and was so happy that we had both found a way to
 make life better for ourselves, it would continue on that basis so the
relationship could never be spoiled. There was no need for my wife or anyone
else to know of it, but to my pleasure it had been noticed just how much
more  `sprightly' Gordon was these days! Someone said that he'd told them how
I was  teaching him some of the fundamentals about horticulture .
"Yes" I replied  with a grin only I knew about, I have been teaching him
how to prick out in the  greenhouse.