Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 07:18:59 EST
From: SCASS3254@aol.com
Subject: Isn't He Sexy

				Isn't He Sexy

				by scass3254@aol.com


	I never thought of myself as a voyeur but then again most people
don't. But there I was sitting in the entrance of the Silverfox bar seated
in a leather easy chair enjoying a beer and looking at the eye candy that
passed me by. The bar wasn't one of your up tempo chrome palaces where the
young dance to the wee hours of the morning, but a small comfortable
neighborhood bar which I referred to as a "Wrinkle Room". It was a place
where mature men came to meet, have a drink and spend a few hours hoping to
meet someone. The Silverfox was people friendly, the food inexpensive and
good.

	 Since my break-up with Ray, it had become my home away from home.
I suppose I came here to see if Ray showed up and with his new friend
Charles. Charles, his name stuck in my craw. Not that it was Charle's fault
that Ray left me, as our relationship was over and I refused to believe
it. I blocked out the telltale signs: the lies, the coming home late, the
disinterest in sex with me and finally moving into the guest bedroom.
Foolishly, I lied to myself and that somehow managed to get me through the
lonely nights. One evening, Ray bluntly announced what I knew was
coming. "Allen, I met someone and I'm leaving." Just like that, it was over
and he was gone, disappeared like a magician's rabbit. So why was I sitting
here hoping that Ray would show? Was I being masochistic? Why would I want
to see Ray after a year apart? Why would I want to put myself through the
anguish of seeing him happy with the man that he left me for?  I'm sure
countless others have asked that same question crying themselves to sleep
at night wondering what they did wrong. I hoped that if Ray appeared at the
bar would look old, fat and unhappy.

	Long hours at the gym had honed my body to a muscularity that I
hadn't known since I was a teenager. I keep telling myself that I did this
for health reasons but the reason was Ray. A piece of me wanted Ray to see
the new me and hopefully he would want me back. Since "Mama didn't raise no
fools", I knew my reasoning was not only unsound but silly. I really wanted
that the bastard to be unhappy as I was and leaving me wasn't such a smart
move. Twenty years was a long time to live with one person. Like in some
grade B movie, the wife cries out, "I've given you the best years of my
life," as the husband walks out of her life." In many ways I saw myself as
that anguished wife. I gave up my youth, my innocence and my love for what
turned out to be a philandering "Bastard". I can honestly say that the last
two years haven't been pleasant ones for me.  I now come home to an empty
house except that traces of him are everywhere; a reminder that the man
that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with is gone. Call me foolish,
for wasting time and energy for somebody that wasn't worth it but old
habits die-hard.

	Sitting across from me were two older gents who evidently had met
that very evening. I assumed that they had just met by the questions that
they asked each other and their tentative responses they gave to one
another. There was an awarkness, a shyness and with it an undercurrent of
sexuality in their occasional touches. I sipped my beer and eavesdropped on
their conversation and somehow got caught up in their little drama, an
interested party that was involved in their chase as it was unfolding.  In
the muted light, I was that voyeur as I observed them as Sinatra sang of
unrequited love on the stereo.

	Why was I interested in these two men? They weren't anyone that I
was sexually attracted to? Maybe it had to do with their age? They appeared
to be in their late sixties. Maybe it was way they looked at each other? It
reminded me of how I first looked at Ray when we first met. The attraction
these two men had for one another was obvious and somehow that made me
happy. Was I thinking of myself and finding somebody that would make me
feel alive again? Probably, but there was more to it as I watched two
elderly men who wanted something more and only if it was for one night.
Sure, there were guys who liked their independence and somebody new to
thrill them. But, for myself, I knew that I was better with someone in my
life. Iin a way I was envious of these two guys.

	I watched as the heavier of the two, his friend had called him Bob
as he kissed his newfound friend on the cheek. It was done with such
sweetness that I rubbed my own cheek. There are no age boundaries when the
chemistry is right. They two men were no different then two teenagers with
lust in their loins. Maybe a breeze across their dicks wouldn't get them
hard as it did when they were kids; but the spirit was willing and so was
the passion. I istened to their animated conversation when Bob reached out
and took the other man's and held it, I felt their heat. Bob was handsome
with closely cropped gray hair. He had a small scar over one of his bushy
eyebrows that added to his masculinaty. His had deep blue eyes that
sparkled. His apple cheeks were rosy and his open face was strong. On his
ring finger he wore a wedding band that he played with nervously. Was he
married? Was he a widower? I wondered, but It didn't matter as he was here,
working hard to seduce the man that was seated next to him. I found myself
excited as I listened to them say all the right words to each other. Bob
was dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. Gray hairs peeked through the open
collar and his chest was fleshy. His hands were strong as he held the neck
of his beer bottle. His belly was large and it hung over his belt line. He
looked up at me, smiled, and said.

	"Isn't my friend sexy?" he said showing even white teeth.  " We
just met tonight and I this guy seated next to me, make me feel like a kid
again. I'm Bob and the sexy one here is Peter."

	I said hello and looked at Peter who sat there with an embarrassed
grin on his owlish face, He waved by putting his hand across his body.  He
wore horned rimmed glasses which made me think of an old college professor
that taught Chemistry. He was stout and shorter then Bob. His once brown
hair was starting to recede. Most people would look at Peter and say he
wasn't sexy or handsome, but Bob thought that he was and that was all that
mattered. I looked at Bob and replied,

	"Peter's very sexy and you're both lucky to be with each other."

	They both smiled and Bob took his friend's hands and said,

	"Time for us to be going." He winked at me. "It's time that me and
sexy here got better acquainted." He hugged Peter tightly. They said
goodnight and left.

	I sat there, looking around the room, which had now thinned out. It
was late. I sat nursing my beer. I thought of Bob and Peter, men in their
late sixties, who were going home to have sex and I smiled. There was still
hope for me, and in time, hopefully I might meet someone who will make me
feel alive again. I closed my eyes and imagined Bob and Peter together.

	They were probably in Bob's apartment by now. He said he lived just
around the corner from the bar. I visualized that the apartment was
tastefully decorated. In my mind's eye I fantasized that Bob had Peter
pinned against the foyer wall and was kissing him. His lips were wet and
juicy on Peter's mouth. Their tongues touched and Bob tasted of wine and
mint. They kissed for a long time holding each other tightly in the
darkened foyer. When they broke their embrace, Bob led Peter into the
bedroom and helped him off with his shirt. Peter was surprisingly nervous
as Bob began to unbotton the buttons on his shirt. Bob was all thumbs and
fumbled with the buttons and they both laughed at their awkarkness. Peter
finished taking off his own shirt exposing a smooth chest with ample tits.
His nipples were large and dark as Bob rolled them between his thumbs and
forefingers. Bob squeezed them gently and Peter moaned as shocks of
electricity surged through him. Bob ran his hand down Peter's chest and
across his belly. He kissed Peter feeling the heat of his body and inhaled
the scent of his cologne. Bob was masculine looking as he licked at Peter's
nipples and then took a nipple in his mouth and his warm mouth engulfed it
and he sucked on it rubbing his tongue across it. Then his lips gripped it
and he began to suck. Peter threw his head back as Bob repeated the action
on the second nipple which was now firm and hard as a cherry pit.  Traces
of Bob's saliva glistened with wetness on Peter's chest. Reaching down he
unbuttoned Peter's slacks and saw the bulge in his pants. Peter kicked off
his loafers and then slipped off his trousers. He sat on the large
king-sized bed in his white jockeys as Bob helped him off with his socks.
Bob fondled the bulge in Peter's underwear and the spot wet with precum.
Bob's chubby fingers reached into the waistband of the shorts and he helped
Peter remove them. Bob was surprised at the thickness of Peter's cock. It
wasn't large but it was thick and uncut. He tasted the pre cum which was
clear and sticky and that made him hotter. Peter was leaking heavily and
Bob wanted to lick it like a melting ice cream cone. Bob quickly undressed,
not the slow strip that he had planned to do, as his lust propelled him
forward. He wanted Peter now!  Bob was hairy with a large belly and
although he was heavy, he wasn't soft. Unlike Peter, he was cut and average
in size and thickness.

	Allen thought of the porno stories that he read about guys with
huge ten-inch dicks with beer bottle circumference and had to laugh. How
many guys could accommodate a ten inch cock in their mouth without gagging?
Maybe if their mouths unhinged like a snake. Allen now pictured Bob hard
and dropping to his knees and licking at the creamy liquid that was leaking
from Peter's cock with his tongue tip.

	Bob tasted the sweetness and put his lips around the head of the
cock and placed his tongue on the inside of the hood and began to swirl his
tongue around it in a counter clockwise motion. Moans of pleasure emanated
from Peter's lips as he fondled his own nipples. He ran his hand across his
body and then touched Bob's hair tenderly. Hungrily, Bob licked the head
slowly and then his mouth engulfed Peter's cock and began to suck. At
first, just at the head tasting Peter's manhood that smelled of fresh soap.
He sucked slowly, up and down in a rhythm that got him into a zone where
all he thought of was Peter's cock and making love to it. His tongue
flicked at the head as his fingers pushed back the foreskin and his mouth
caressed the velvet head with such warmth that had Peter calling out Bob's
name. Bob took in more of Peter's cock into his mouth. Peter was now
stretched out on the bed lay down as Bob began to work on his cock.

	Allen sipped his beer, smiled. Tangled bodies, heat, sweat, the
scent of manliness and cologne. Moans and groans. Sounds of sex as he now
thought of Bob. He had Peter's hips in the air and began a slow descent
down the shaft looking at the large vein that ran the length of his
cock. His tongue worked the shaft slowly and then to the head moving with
more assurance as he was able to handle the thickness without gagging.
Peter began to ooze more pre cum and Bob was glad to lick up the creamy
liquid and knew that Peter had a load stored up in him waiting to be
released. His moaning was a turn-on.

	Bob concentrated on Peter's balls licking them softly and covering
them with saliva so the hairs were slicked down. He took one of Peter's
balls and inserted into his mouth moving carefully so he didn't hurt him.
He tasted sweat and Peter's scent filled his nostrils. Lifting Peter's
legs, he tongued the perineum or taint and heard Peter cry out as Bob's
tongue and lips worked the area. Peter kept throwing his hips into Bob's
face as Bob licked away, his face filled with sweat and saliva. Peter's
asshole was revealed. Bob moisten his finger and began to probe feeling for
the rosebud and let it rest there. He nuzzled his head in the soft pubic
hairs and felt Peter caress his head. Once again, Bob began to suck on the
velvet head. Bob's actions were premeditated knowing that Peter was getting
ready to explode and he wanted to keep him from doing that. He wanted the
loving to last. He moved his finger at the base of Peter's hole and gently
moved it into his ass. Peter's ass was tight but Bob pushed again and felt
his finger slide past Peter's sphincter. Bob held it there and began to
suck on Peter's cock as he slowly inched his finger inside of him.

	The wetness and tightness of Peter's ass had Bob's cock hard as a
bone. He felt the pre cum ooze from his own cock and tasted it.  He
detected a sweetness mixed with saltiness. He moved another finger gently
inside of Peter and heard him moan again. It was a moan of pleasure not of
hurt as the fingers snaked their way inside of Peter who was moving his
hips and thrusting his cock into Bob's mouth.

	"Oh, Bob, don't stop. This is wonderful."

	Bob's mouth moved up and down the shaft feeling Peter tremble and
his sphincter tighten around his finger as he sucked and knew that Peter's
time was approaching.

	Allen closed his eyes and visualized the two men sweating profusely
as they made love to one another. Moans of delight mixed with grunts of sex
filled the room. Sweat dripped from the inside of Peter's thighs as he
shouted out terms of endearment as Bob made love to his organ. Bob's finger
probed the recesses of Peter's ass knowing that he wanted to take him.
Peter's buns were round cantelopes as Bob squeezed them and kissed them.

	"Oh, Bob," Peter cried out. "Stop or you'll make me cum."

	Bob wanted to taste Peter and yet wanted the enjoyment of what they
were sharing to last. Bob had never known this kind of pleasure with a
woman.

	"Come to me and let's sixty-nine so I can reciprocate the pleasure
you have given me." His voice was husky.

	Bob got on the bed and they moved their bodies so they were in
position. He felt Peter exploring his body with his hands. They were soft
and sensuous as they caressed parts of him bringing sparks of pleasure.
Then he felt this warmth, as Peter's hot mouth engulfed his cock. Peter's
mouth lips and tongue were bringing an excitement to Bob and Bob began to
inch his tongue into Peter's ass. He tasted soap mixed with his manhood.
Bob licked away at Peter'ws bud as Peter thrust his ass into Bob's face
wanting Bob's tongue deep inside him. Bob was on fire with excitement as
his tongue brought Peter great joy. Peter sucked Bob with a deliberate
slowness and then he began to move quicker on Bob's cock knowing the head
was getting larger and he was getting ready to pop. Bob's tongue had Peter
on the edge as he nipped, licked and sucked at his ass. They were both
ready. Now, they worked with a special quickness knowing they were both on
the verge of cumming. Bob took Peter's cock into his mouth and pushed his
finger once again into his ass as he sucked away.

	In Allen's mind he watched as they both exploded together sending a
rush of cream into each other's mouths. They were released as their cum hit
the back of their throats and they tasted each other's ambrosia. Drained,
they lay there unable to move until they together finally rolled off of
each other. Peter kissed him on the lips. They held each other not moving
and Bob nestled in Peter's arms as he stroked his hair. Allen dick was hard
and he smiled. Imagination is a wonderful thing. He left the bar and went
home.

	The following week he went to the bar and didn't see either Peter
or Bob. He stayed until late having nowhere to go and Ray never appeared
with his friend. Maybe Ray was smarter then Allen. A few men approached
Allen and he talked to them and maybe in time something would happen.

	A month later Allen walked into the bar and there was Bob and Peter
sitting there. They were holding hands laughing. Their eyes sparkled as
they looked into one another's eye. Allen was happy for them and said hello
to them. He heard his name being called and a man that he met a few weeks
before and that he liked approached.

	"Hi, Allen. I was hoping that you would show this evening. I've
been thinking a lot about you since we met."

	"So why haven't you called me Stan?"

	"The truth or do you want me to blow smoke up your ass?"  Stan
responded.

	"I prefer the truth."

	Stan sat down on the arm of the easy chair next to Allen.

	"I thought we had a lot in common and enjoyed the same things and
hoped that maybe we could get to know each other and see where it took
us. I was afraid that you didn't like me as much as I did you. I had this
sense from our conversation that you might be still carrying a torch for
your ex-lover. I didn't want to get shot down. He was tall and had a
sensitive face. Allen thought he was very handsome.

	"I'm trying hard to resolve my issues with Ray and am slowly
getting there. I would have liked it if you had called."

	"I have to leave now. Would you have dinner with me tomorrow
evening? Here, if you like or anyplace else would be fine."

	"I'd like that a lot. I like the opportunity to show you the real
me and not the facade of a man thinking about his ex."

	"Is eight o'clock all right?"

	"It's fine."

	"Great.  I'll call you in the morning. We'll meet at my apartment
for drinks. I don't live far from here."

	"Eight is fine."

	"I call in the morning." He kissed Allen on the mouth and his lips
were soft, warm and sensual. He left the bar.

	Allen sat there with a smile on his face and smiled at Bob and
Peter who gave him the thumbs up sign and then they sat there holding each
other's hand and told Allen how wonderful being wanted and in love was at
any age.