SHYOLDGUY LOVE IS LOVE AT ANY AGE 
 
 
   
 
 
 LOVE IS LOVE AT ANY AGE 
 
BY: 
 
SHYOLDGUY 
 
 
A collection of three love stories between gay men. 
 
 
1.	The Prom 
 
2.	Generations 
 
3.	Never Too Old 
 
 
Love is what love is, whether you are sixteen or sixty, gay or straight . . . 
 
 
 
The Prom 
BY 
SHYOLDGUY 
 
My name is AJ, and I was twelve years old when I knew I was gay. I knew girls did not excite me, and boys did. I was very attracted to my best friend Michael but like so many young gay boys, I was afraid I would lose his friendship if he knew, so for the next two years I kept my feelings for myself.  
 
On my fourteenth birthday, I decided that it was time, and I confessed to Michael that I was gay. Much to my relief and surprise, Michael told me he was gay too. We talked for hours about our feelings for each other, and what we were going to do now. You know, should we “come out” or not. The one thing we both agreed on was that as much as we wanted to have sex together, we were going to wait. We were in love, not just in lust, and we were only fourteen. We needed to give our relationship time. So we kept our sexuality a secret, and jacked off alone thinking about each other. 
 
When we were sixteen, we knew it was time. We wanted to start dating, you know . . . doing things as a couple. It was time to “come out”. I told my parents, and Michael told his. My folks were great; they let me know they loved me, and would support me in anything that would make me happy. I told them I was in love with Michael, and we wanted to start dating. They were happy for me, they like Michael. I told them that we were still both virgins, and they looked relieved.  
 
Michael’s parents did not handle it as well. His mom cried, and his dad called him degrading names. In the end they both realized that regardless of what they wanted, Michael was gay. Their relationship was never going to be the same. When he came over to my house, I held him as he cried. 
 
Being young, in high school and gay is not easy. The next couple of years were hard, but we always had each other. We both decided to get involved in gay causes; we were both tired of narrow minded people telling us who and what we should be, and who we should love. 
 
When we were eighteen, and seniors in school, I asked Michael to the prom. He accepted, and asked if I was ready to take the next step in our relationship, he wanted to make love to me. I know you won’t believe this, but I talked it over with my parents. They gave the standard lecture about taking precautions, but they knew that Michael and I had been in love for over six years, and they wanted me to be happy. They even paid for a room for us at a local hotel for after the prom. They wanted our first time to be special.  
 
The night of the prom, Michael showed up in his tux, driving his little red Mazda Miata, he was visibly upset. He and his father had another fight; I figure you can guess what it was about. He came in the house, and pasted a smile on this face when my mom took pictures of us. We bought boutonnières for each other, and mom took pictures of us pinning them the lapels of our matching tuxes. She even took a picture of me kissing him on the cheek, my dad smiled, and shooed us out the door. I was putting my overnight bag in the trunk when Michael’s dad showed up.  
 
He pulled up in his big black Buick, and got out. He just stood next to the car, and watched us. Michael walked over to him. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Michael’s dad hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek. When Michael got in the car next to me, he had tears in his eyes, and was smiling. “What did he say Michael?” 
 
	“He told me that he loved me. It has been so long since I have heard that from him.” 
 
We danced, holding each other close during the slow dances, and broke into a sweat during the rock numbers. He is so hot when he dances, his body flows with the music. We withstood the glares of the bigots, and talked with our friends. As the night went on, my dick started to get hard just thinking about what was going to happen after . . .  
 
Michael whispered in my ear as we were sitting at the table “Are you ready to leave AJ?” I felt a lump form in the pit of my stomach as well as in the front of my pants. “Read my lips.” I said as I kissed him. We stood up and slipped out of the room.  
 
We drove with the top down to the hotel, excitement growing in me the closer we got. We carried our overnight bags past the night clerk and down a long hall to our room. When we closed the door behind us, the bags dropped to the floor as Michael took me into his arms and we kissed. We had kissed before, but had always pulled away before things went too far. Tonight we did not need to pull away . . . but Michael did. “Not yet AJ, I want this to be special for you.” He opened his bag, and took out some votive candles and placed them around the room lighting them with a small lighter. He pulled the bedspread off the bed and laid it on the floor. A bottle of wine and two classes came out of his bag, along with a loaf of French bread and a block of cheese.  
 
When he had his picnic set up for us, he took me by the hand and led me to the blanket. We kicked off our shoes and sat down. He had turned off the lights, and poured me a glass of wine, handing it to me with a gentle kiss on the lips. “I love you AJ, and I want this to be a night you will always remember.” He said, as he broke off a piece of bred and fed it to me. “I love you too Michael, and I will always remember this night, and so will you.” I slid my hand between his legs and felt his hard manhood through the fabric of his pants. He moaned as I squeezed it, he lay back on the blanket, and set his wine aside. 
 
I lay down on top of him; our bodies pressed together, my lips on his, his mouth opened, and his tongue slid into mine. After sucking on his hot wet tongue, I pulled away, “If you love me Michael, prove it.” He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so he was on top. His hand sliding down in between our bodies and he grabbed my swollen cock. An electrical shock rocked my body. His hand tightened around my throbbing member, our lips met again, our tongues darted in and out, and I couldn’t tell who was moaning, him or me . . . maybe both of us. 
 
As one hand worked the studs loose on my shirt, the other worked my inflamed manhood. As the fabric pulled aside exposing the white t-shirt underneath, Michael sighed. He pulled my shirt loose from my pants and slid his hand up my stomach to my heaving chest. When his warm fingers reached my erect nipples, my cock let loose. I filled my briefs and dress pants with a mammoth load of hot white cum. “Oh Michael, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop it.” I said as tears filled my eyes. “Oh, AJ, it’s okay. I’m glad you needed me so bad. I wanted you to cum.” He said, his mouth covering mine and his long thin fingers pulling on my now sensitive nipples. His hand continued to work my cum slicked wiener through the wet material of my pants. 
 
He worked the dress shirt off my arms and my t-shirt over my head exposing my white hairless chest to the cool air-conditioned air of the room. My nipples were standing hard and erect. He started untying his bow tie, and I unfastened the studs on his shirt. He sloughed off his shirt, and my hands explored his warm tanned skin. Our lips locked again, my heart racing, and my cock throbbing in my pants.  
 
I slid my hand down the back of his pants and under the elastic of his underwear, grasping the firm round globes of his sexy young butt. I pulled his body close to mine, and started humping the lump in the front of his pants with my pelvis. He started jerking, and thrusting his hard cock against mine, throwing his head back, he let out a loud moan and said “Oh, AJ, I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming.” His body continued to thrust against mine, a smile filled his face, and he collapsed against me, his mouth seeking out mine, his tongue darting down my throat.  
 
He rolled off and lay on his back next to me. The room seemed cold without him on top of me. I rolled onto my side, propped my head on my elbow, and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you so much Michael, I have loved you for a long time. I hope you know that.” 
 
“AJ, I know. I love you more than life itself. I would do anything just to be with you like this.” He said, leaning over and kissing me gently on the mouth. “Let’s get out of these wet pants, and into that warm bed. Ok lover?”  
 
We both stood, and unfastened our pants, letting them drop to the floor. We both just admired each other’s bodies as I kicked off my pants and stood in those stupid black dress socks, and wet black bikini briefs, my cock sticking out of the top, ready for another round with my sweet lover. He had on white silk boxers, a huge wet spot on the front, his dress pants puddled around his black socks.  
 
I guess we both looked a little stupid balancing on one foot pulling off our socks; there really is no way to look sexy doing that. Michael stood back up, and slid his boxers down his tanned hairy legs exposing his huge rod to me for the first time. We had been friends for years, but I had never seen his “thing” before. It was about five and a half inches long, thin, with a bright red head dripping pre-cum. His balls were huge, and hung low. They were the size of golf balls. He had shaved all his pubic hair off, and that made him even seem bigger down there.  
 
He stepped closer to me and took my briefs down my long strong legs. I am just a little smaller than him, but my balls are the size of marbles and held close to my body. My pubic hair is red, like the hair on my head. I do keep it trimmed short, and shaped. While he was on his knees, helping me step out of my briefs, he licked the underside of my dick, and twirled his tongue around the very sensitive head, licking my pre cum off with a flick of the tip of his tongue. He lifted my cum soaked briefs to his face, inhaling the scent of my cum, the symbol of my need for him.  
 
I took his hand, and led him to the bed, he stooped and picked up the two wine glasses and climbed in under the covers next to me. He handed me the glass of wine, and we sipped the deep rich flavor of the grapes as we talked. We discussed our lives together when we left for college together in the fall. We had both been accepted into the same state university. I was planning on majoring in art and teaching, and he was going into nursing. We were going to share an apartment off campus together and live together as a married gay couple. To hell with what the world thought.  
 
When the wine was gone, we snuggled together under the blankets, and let our hands wander. We explored every private place on our bodies; we licked each sensitive spot, and moaned in ecstasy. We paused only long enough to declare our undying love for each other. When I knew he was ready, his long throbbing manhood dripping in anticipation, I lay on my back and pulled my knees to my chest, exposing my tight hole for him. He sucked in his breath and asked, “Are you sure AJ?”  Hell yes I was sure, I had wanted to feel him inside me since I was twelve years old. I had dreamed of this moment, and jacked off hundreds of times fantasizing about it. “Yeah Michael, I want you. Please do it now.” 
 
He climbed off the bed, rummaged through his bag, and held up a bottle of lube. Damn, that boy thinks of everything. “I don’t want to hurt you AJ, I want you to love it.” He said. 
 
“Oh hell Michael, I love you, and I WILL love having you explode inside me. Take me Michael, make love to me.” He crawled in between my raised legs, and explored my tight little bud with his tongue and lips; I could tell he was inhaling the aroma from my ass. He pushed his hot wet tongue into my hole, parting my sphincter and exploring the dark inner reaches of my body for the first time. He was moaning as his tongue sent waves of pleasure through my quivering body.  
 
He pulled his mouth away, and squirted cold lube onto my hot boy cunt. He gently rubbed it with the middle finger of his right hand. His fuck finger, the one he used to tease his own ass as he jacked off thinking of me. He had told me that is what he did naked in bed at night dreaming of my cock deep inside him. Now that finger was inside me, poking and teasing my most private and secret place. Tears slid down my cheeks. He pulled his finger out of me, a look of concern on his sweet, sweet face. “Am I hurting you AJ? Do you want me to stop?” 
 
“No you big goof, these are tears of joy, I have wanted this, wanted you for so long. Please take me, take me now.” He leaned forward, pressing the tip of his manhood against the tight muscles of my boy pussy. Ever so gently pressing it towards the goal, whispering words of love as he entered me for the first time, giving me more joy than I ever knew existed.  
 
When he was deep inside me, his heavy balls hitting my round, tight ass, he leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips, his hips softly thrusting, moving his aching cock in and out of tight unexplored hole. The tip of his rod was lightly caressing that special spot deep inside every man, slowly arousing a desire that I never knew I had. My body started to rock in time with his thrusts, my breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. I kept saying his name over and over like some sacred chant. Tears streamed from my eyes, every muscle in my body contracted, my breathing stopped, and I think I screamed as my engorged cock exploded. A huge load of cum shot out of my rod, the first two bursts hitting me in the face. 
 
Michael wined like a puppy as his hot teenage seed coated my insides, swimming ever deeper, trying to find an egg that did not exist. My own orgasm growing, not diminishing as a second load of ejaculate burst onto my chest. My cock was convulsing and shooting the thick white cum with ever increasing pressure. My head was thrust back, and my hips pressed into Michael, trying to suck him completely inside me.  
 
My heart was trying to beat out of my chest, as our cum slowly subsided. Our breath came in short rasping gasps. Sweat ran down Michael’s body, his back still arched in passion’s pose as he told me again, and again how much he loved me, wanted me, and needed me. That was something I already knew, but still loved to hear. 
 
When our respiration slowed somewhere close to normal, he pulled his now softening cock from my hole, leaving me with an intense feeling of emptiness. He collapsed next to me. I groped for the blanket and sheet that had been tossed aside as we expressed our sexual fervor for each other. We held each other in a lover’s embrace, again whispered reassuring words of eternal love to each other, and shared every deep secret, some of them dark, with each other. When the words slowly ended, our breathing became regular, and we dreamt innocent dreams in each other’s arms. 
 
The dawn slowly broke; a light fog filtered the morning sun as it crept around the edges of the curtains of our room. Traffic slowly increased outside our window, and the hotel came alive around us. Plumbing gurgled, televisions blared, and voices were raised in the hall outside our room as other guests headed out for their holiday fun, and business men heading to their meetings.  
 
Michael and I slowly joined the land of the living, our bodies fused together almost as one. Our legs wrapped around each other, our arms grasping each other’s naked bodies like we would both drown if one let go, and in a way that was true. We were now truly one. One in soul, one in heart, one in everyway possible that two young men could be; we would drown if we did not have each other to hang on to, and then Michael said those four very romantic words . . . “I’ve got to pee.”  
 
We untangled our bodies, and Michael slipped out from under the blankets and padded bare foot, and bare assed into the bathroom. I realized that I had that morning urge too, and padded along behind him. I must tell you, I truly enjoyed the view.  
 
We both stood at the toilet holding our dicks, emptying our bladders. We got into a pee war, battling each other’s stream like they were swords. It was fun being a little boy again. When we finished, carefully shaking off that last drop, I started the shower. I adjusted the water to a pleasant warm/hot temperature, and we both stepped in, our delayed morning wood poking out from our cum crusted bodies. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Even though we had been best friends most of our lives we had never seen each other naked. I was truly enjoying the look and feel of his body.  
 
As I slid the soap across his hairless chest, I took pleasure in the feel of his muscles, the texture of his skin, the size and shape of his nipples. As my hand traveled lower I was awed by the strength of his erection, the steady even throb of his heart as the blood flowed through his excited appendage. I knew what I wanted, and I dropped to my knees. With the warm sinuous water flowing over my body and making a gurgling sound as it twirled down the drain I licked his rock hard cock, and drew it into my mouth.  
 
Michael sighed and placed his hands lovingly on the back of my head, and accepted my gift. I covered my teeth with my lips, opened my throat muscles, started breathing through my nose, and let his long thin pole slide down my throat. I started to slowly bob my head, his hips started to thrust to the rhythm. His heavy balls started to sway and slap my chin. My hands wrapped around his gorgeous body firmly gripping his ass. My finger slowly moved up and down his tight crack passing over his puckered opening. His body would jerk as my finger touched that forbidden spot.  
 
I could feel his heartbeat increase as my tongue massaged the thick vein on the underside of his pulsating cock. My finger started circling his rear passage, slowly entering and leaving just a little at a time. He did that puppy wine again for me.  
 
As I felt his passion growing, I forced my fuck finger up inside him hitting his very receptive prostate over and over again. I could feel his wiener thicken, and the head flair just before he shot his load of hot, thick, sweet cum down my throat. It was more than I could take and it leaked out of the corners of my mouth, ran down my chest with the warm shower water and down the drain.  
 
His legs went weak, and he leaned one hand on my head and the other on my shoulder to support himself. “Hell AJ that felt great, I have wanted to do that for a long, long time.” He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply whispering in my ear. “Will you fuck me now AJ?” He turned away from me, put his hands on the shower wall, bent at the waist leaving his two smooth, round globes vulnerable. I used the soap, and lubed up my aching cock, and his little puckered boy pussy.  
 
I gently worked my stiff pole in his hole, just the cap at first, pausing, giving him a minute to adjust and then pushing in a little more. When I was fully swallowed up by his juicy boy cunt he started thrusting his hips tightening and loosening his sphincter muscles and driving me crazy with desire. I heard him start to grunt, his rhythm became irregular, and his breathing labored. As his cum started splashing off the tile shower wall, mine rushed up my pulsating cock. I think I screamed as my seed filled his colon. I wrapped my arms around him, my cheek pressed into the wet skin of his back. I could hear his heart beating, as my rod slid out of him.  
 
We dried off, and pulled fresh jeans and t-shirts from out bags, putting on clothing made me sad. I knew our night was over, and we would have to go back to the real world. We checked out of the hotel, and drove to a near by restaurant for breakfast. We held hands across the table, smiling at each other, not needing to say a word. Our server seemed to disapprove of our public display of affection. We didn’t give a damn. 
 
He kissed me deeply, and squeezed my leg when we got to my house. I got out of the car, leaned in and kissed him again. “I love you Michael, can you come over tonight? Maybe we can watch a movie.”  
 
“I’ll be over after dinner; I think my dad and I need some time to talk. I love you AJ.” He waved as he drove away.  
 
It was the last time I ever saw him, they say he never saw the truck, and never felt a thing. The funeral was closed coffin.  
 
 
GENERATIONS 
 
BY: 
SHYOLDGUY 
 
I had taken a personal day from work to run some errands and had just left the electric company where I had been trying to get my bill straightened out. I had just left their offices, and was crossing the street heading for my car, when a young man approached me. He looked to be in his early 20s, with short dark hair. He was wearing a plaid shirt unbuttoned and showing off his smooth chest, he must have kept it shaved because with his dark complexion and dark hair he should have had chest hair. His tight jeans showed off his nice round butt, and his package. There was a large hole in the left thigh where his blue boxers were exposed as well as some creamy skin. He had on ratty sandals, and his feet had a light coating of dust.  
 
“Want a blow job mister?” he asked. I was shocked, no one had ever been that bold with me, usually if I wanted something like that, I would have to go looking for in, and no one that looked like him wanted to blow an old guy like me. “I’m sorry?” I responded.  
 
“Do you want me to blow you, twenty bucks.” He said again. Without thinking I said, “No, no thank you.” With a disappointed look on his face, he turned and walked away.  
 
I stopped and thought about it for just a split second, and said, “Ok, Where?” He turned back to me and smiled. He had such a winning smile, beautiful full red lips, and showed off just enough of his white straight teeth. “Your car would be ok with me.” He said. I thought about that for a second, and said, “Ok, over here.” And we both headed to the parking lot.  
 
I had parked my SUV toward the back of the lot all by itself so no one would hit it with their door and leave a mark. I popped the locks, and I got in on the driver side, he in the passenger side. “Do you want to pull it out or do you want me to go after it?” he asked “I’ll do it.” I said as I unfastened my belt and undid my pants and zipper. I lifted my butt and pulled them down past my knees so he would have plenty of room to get at me, and I could also spread my legs.  
 
It gave me a rush knowing that someone might come by and see. “Your cock looks great, but let me see the twenty.” He said, flashing his gorgeous smile. I fished my wallet out of my pants, and passed him the bill. He tucked it in his pocked, and then leaned over and shoved his face in my lap. In one swallow, he took my whole six and a half incher in his hot young mouth, and took it down his throat. This kid was good, and he had done this before. He worked those throat muscles and his tongue until I was so ready. I was humping my hips, and holding his head with my hands, and let loose with a huge long orgasm. My cum shot down his throat.  
 
I had stopped breathing, and my heart was racing, and my legs shot straight out, pressing down on the break peddle. When I turned loose of his hair, he sat back up, opened the door, and spit my cum out onto the parking lot. He then worked a travel size bottle of Scope mouth wash out of the pocked of his tight jeans, rinsed and spit again. I was working at pulling my pants back up, and asked him why he was sucking guys for money. “I need the money.” He said in a tone of voice that indicated that he thought that was a stupid question. “What for?” I asked.  
 
He paused for a minute, and looked me in the eye. “Because I lost my job, and even with my scholarship, I need money to pay my rent and buy food. I can make about $100.00 a day doing this and it fits my class schedule.”  
 
“Don’t you have someone that can help you?” 
 
“No, I was in foster care since I was 8 years old. I had to suck off some of the older boys just to stop them from stomping me. Even some of the foster fathers made me do them, and even one of the mothers. Sucking is not the only thing I had to do either. I have had to use my body to survive then, and I need to use it now. What’s the big deal?”  
 
As he said this a tear started running down his cheek, and he started to get out of the car. “Get back in,” I said, “I’ll drive you home.” 
 
“it’s too early, I still need to suck two more guys before I can go home.” 
 
“I’ll give you the fourty bucks, just get in and let me take you home.” 
 
“And, what do you want for your money big boy?” 
 
“Nothing just get in.” and he did. I really did plan on just driving him home, giving him a fifty and leaving. He cried on the way to his apartment, and kept apologizing to me for doing it. He said that he was so tired of working so hard, and just not getting anyplace. I found out he was 23, (I was 53) and just a junior in college, it was hard to study, and work, and keep his grades up to keep his scholarship. He was so beat down. I tried to be encouraging, and tell him I knew how hard it was, but it would be worth it in the end. He just laughed. He needed someone to tell him they were proud of him. He may have been 23, but he was still a little boy.  
 
When we got to his place, I pulled up front, and put the car in park. He leaned over and kissed me. I was so shocked, but aroused by his lips, that I kissed him back.  
 
“Are you sure you won’t come up.” 
 
“No, I can’t, I told you I wouldn’t do that to you.” 
 
“But, I’m asking you, please, I really want you to.” I was so tempted, he was so cute, and I found his vulnerability intoxicating. I tried to stay strong, but he kissed me again, and put his hand on my cock, and it was all over. We went in the building. It was old, and hot in the hallway, we went up a flight of squeaky stairs that were covered in dirty green carpet. The place smelled of rot, urine, and cooked cabbage.  
 
When we reached the second floor we ascended yet another set of wobbly stairs, only these did not have any carpet, and the treads were worn from years of use and little repair. There were two apartments on the third floor, and he opened the one on the right. The apartment was one room and hot, there was a mattress on the floor covered with a ragged sheets, a stand up shower was in the corner next to the kitchen sink beside a table with a small microwave and a two burner hot plate. The toilet was in the closet, and his clothes were scattered around the room.  
 
There was a plastic lawn chair at a tv tray in front of a box with a small television on top, there was a coat hanger sticking out of the top of it. The ceiling dropped at a fierce angle, and the room’s only window was almost at floor level. “Home crap home.” He said. He turned and took off his shirt, throwing it on the plastic chair; he turned on the window air-conditioner. He saw the look in my eyes as I saw the conditions he lived in, and the tears started again. I took him in my arms, and held him as he cried. “I have tried so hard.” He said between sobs.  
 
I started rubbing is back as his salty tears soaked my shirt. He pulled back from me, and took me by my hands and led me to the mattress. We lay down together, the sheets smelled musky, and I held him in my arms. I was so aroused just laying fully dressed next to him, I still had my shoes on.  
 
“I like lying here with you like this.” He said as he put his mouth on mine. I could taste the mouthwash he had used in my car. I slowly sucked his tongue into my mouth, and gently played with it. I then used my lips and kissed the tears off his cheeks. He started to unbutton my shirt and exposed my hairy chest and hard nipples. He took my nip in his mouth and played with it with his tongue. He made whimpering sounds as he moved from one to the other.  
 
My hands played over the skin on his back, he had fine soft hair there. He moved my shirt off my shoulders, and kissed them too. I lifted my arms so that he could take my shirt off, when it was laying on the floor next to us; he buried his face in my armpit and licked it. I have had sex with men several times, and no one had ever done that. Who knew that it could be that arousing?  
 
He rolled onto his back, and I climbed on top of him straddling his chest. His arms were outstretched, and I placed my hands on his shoulders, and slowly slid them down to his wrists, when my face was next to his I kissed him deep, and he took my tongue into his throat. I laid down on top of him my pouch rubbing on his through our pants. I kissed my way down his neck, feeling his heart beat on my tongue. Down his chest, pausing at his nipples my mouth slowly traveled lower. When I reached his belt, I stopped. He started to unfasten his belt, and undo his pants to give me access.  
 
I pulled his jeans down his legs. Because they were so tight his boxers slid down with them. I removed his sandals, and pulled his pants off, dropping them on the floor. I was surprised how small his wiener was; fully erect it was only about four inches and only a little bigger around than my thumb. He must have taken a lot of teasing in the locker room. I bet when it was soft you could hardly see it.  
 
I climbed back on top of him and started kissing his naked body. I could smell his sweat on his skin. It was not a bad smell, but one that turned me on. His skin felt soft on my tongue, and tasted salty.  
 
“Do you have any condoms?” I asked, knowing this ass had been well used. He reached under the edge of the mattress and pulled out a strip of them. I knelt between his legs, and used my teeth to pull open the foil. I took out the little rubber disk unzipped my pants letting my swollen cock pop out, and rolled it on,  burping the air out of it for a tiight fit.  I then lifted his legs onto my shoulders, feeling the hair tickle my neck.  
 
I slowly pressed my rock hard, rubber coated cock in his well used hole. He was open for me, but still tight enough to give me pleasure. I started out slow, and then moved to a faster rhythm. His warm body surrounded my shaft, and he moved his cunt muscles in time to my thrusts. We looked in each others eyes, and he smiled, and I came.  
 
I continued to thrust my spent and semi hard cock in his ass, while I opened another condom and rolled it down his diminutive shaft.  I didn’t have to unroll it all the way, and wasn’t sure it would stay on, it wasn’t very tight. I then let my dick slide out of his hole, lowered his legs, took off may pants and positioned my self over his cocklet. It may have been tiny, but it was super hard, and slid easily in my tight man pussy.  
 
“You don’t need to do this.” He whispered in a soft feminine voice. “I know it’s small, and it won’t be good for you.”  
 
“It feels just fine.” I said, panting as I bobbed up and down on his little thingy, and my voice coming in short gasps. I felt him tighten, and thrust upwards to meet me, he let out a moan, that was almost in auditable, as he filled the condom with his seed. I proved him wrong, his little boy thing set me off, and I let loose with another load on his face and chest.  
 
He laughed. I lay down beside him, pulled off my rubber and put it on the floor next to the mattress, and I watched him do the same. I pulled him into my arms, and held him until we both fell into a sexually satisfied sleep.  
 
He jerked awake, and sat straight up next to me. “What time is it?” he asked as he leaned over my naked body to see the clock on the floor next to us. “Oh my god, I’m going to be late to class.” as he vaulted out of bed. He grabbed his boxers, and wiped my cum off his face, chest, and ass. He pulled on his jeans, and grabbed a dirty t-shirt from one of the piles on the floor. He shoved his feet in his sandals. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and opened the door. “If you want to use the shower, help your self; just lock the door when you leave. And . . . Thank you, I hardly ever have sex just for fun . . . that was nice.” And then he was gone.  
 
I could hear his feet hurrying down the wooden stairs, and then there was just the sound of the building settling. I rolled off the mattress, and walked to the shower hoping this dump had hot water. I turned on the tap as was surprised, the water was scalding. I ran his bar of soap over my body thinking of him, and finished off by shooting one more time down the drain. My cock was getting sore, that was my fourth time, and it wasn’t time for lunch yet.  
 
I fished a towel out of a pile on the floor, it didn’t smell too bad, and so I dried off. I hoped he wouldn’t mind, as I borrowed some of his deodorant an applied it to my underarms. It turned me on just touching them. I had never had anyone lick them before. I rounded up my clothes, dressed and left, making sure his door was locked. I didn’t leave him the fifty dollars, somehow that would have been wrong.   
 
*** 
 
I just couldn’t get that kid off my mind; I would catch myself going out of my way to drive down his street. I was hoping that I would just see him walking home from class, just catch a glimpse of his sweet face, or his lithe tight body. I would lay awake at night remembering what his tears tasted like when I kissed them away, and what his boy hole felt like gripping my throbbing cock when we made love. Yes, I thought of it as making love, not just having sex or getting off.  
 
I was afraid that I was just having a midlife crisis; after all I was old enough to be his father, hell, possibly his grand father. This kid could not possibly have any feelings for me, yet, I wanted to be with him again. I mean, I don’t even know his name. I know that I could have him for a price, he needed the money. But, I didn’t want to cheapen this relationship I had in my head with him by paying for sex. I mean, you pay for sex, right, not for love, and I wanted his love. I wanted to love him. 
 
About two weeks after our first meeting I decided on a plan. During the day when I knew he was in class, I drove to his building, and knocked on the manager’s door. A thirty something man came to the door, shirtless, showing off his tattoo of a large bird on his hairy chest, and with a smoldering cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was barefoot with long yellow toenails, and dirty cut off sweat pants. Even though I could tell that he was not wearing underwear, I did not get turned on. There was nothing sexy about him.  
 
I explained that I wanted to pay the next months rent on apartment nine on the third floor, and I needed a receipt. I would throw in an extra fifty, if he told the young man that lived there that an old woman paid it for him. “Yeah, dude, whatever. I would tell him the Easter bunny paid it for fifty dollars.” He said around that stinking cigarette.  
 
I had to fight the urge to go up the stairs, just to touch the door to the crappy room where he lived. I went back to my car, an empty feeling in my stomach, and drove away. If I really loved him, I could do this. I could help him without expecting anything in return. Oh, but I wanted him so badly. I hurt inside just being away from him. 
 
I still kept driving by every chance I had. I wanted so bad just to see him, and then, one day, there he was. He was walking down the street with a guy about my age. He had his backpack over his shoulder and was saying something to this guy and pointing toward his building. The old guy was bald, a little more than overweight, but less than fat. He was acting very nervous, kept looking around, and over his shoulder.  
 
When they got to the door, they stopped, and the kid said something, and the old guy handed him some money. They turned and went into the building. I drove on. I tried to not think about what was going on up there. The thought of him doing to another man what he had done for me was too hard for me. I knew my plan was stupid. I had to do something that would end this suspense, I had to have him, or I had to get over him. I had to stop thinking there was a possibility that we could have a relationship, or I was going to have a relationship.  
 
On Saturday morning, I went to his apartment. I knew he didn’t have class, and was hoping I could catch him before he went to “work”. I hiked up the stairs. The building was quiet, and the smell was worse than the last time I was there. I hesitated outside his dirty scarred door. The paint was yellowed and chipped, and rattled in the casing when I knocked on it. I had to knock twice before I heard the lock turning. The door opened a crack, and I saw his eyes peeking out at me. ”Yeah, what do . . ., oh, hi” he said as he recognized me. “Hi.” I said back. I really didn’t know what to say from there.  
 
“Can I talk to you, would you like to go out for coffee?” I said improvising.  
 
“That sounds good, come on in while I get dressed.” He said while he unhooked the chain lock, and opened the door. He was shirtless, wearing baggy boxers, and white half socks.  
 
“It’s ok; I’ll wait downstairs while you dress.” He smiled, his soft red lips turning up at the ends, and his deep dark eyes sparkled. “You’ve seen me in less than this.” He said as he picked up a pair of jeans off the floor, pulled them on, doing a little jump to pull them up. He pulled on a worn white t-shirt, and stuffed his feet into an old pair of grey tennis shoes, ran a brush through his shaggy hair, and announced, “Ready.”  
 
I couldn’t help but smile, he was so damn cute. I wanted to kiss him so bad, and my balls started to tingle. We walked to a local coffee shop that was used mostly by college students. We ordered our coffee, and went out on the back deck that overlooked a small parking lot, and a smelly green dumpster. He stared down into his cup blowing softly over the surface of the steaming black liquid. The steam from the cup encircled his cute boy face, and his long dark eyelashes hid his deep dark eyes from me.  
 
He looked shy, not something you would expect from a boy that sold sex to pay his bills. He looked up, those eyes looking deep into mine, almost reaching my soul. “You wanted to talk to me?” He said. It was almost a whisper.  
 
I decided to just tell the truth. “I can’t stop thinking about you, I find myself driving down your street just to catch a glimpse of you. I’m starting to think of myself as a stalker. I just need to know, do you ever think of me?”  
 
He took a sip of his coffee, looked back down, giving me that “shy boy” look again. “You know what I do man, alright. I lie to guys for money. I tell them that I love them, that they are a stud. I tell them that their cock is the best I have ever had; I tell them that for the money man. I not only sell my body, I sell lies too. If I told you how I felt about you man, how would you know if it was the truth, or just to get some cash from you?”  
 
I knew what he was talking about, I wanted to help him, I wanted him to stop having sex with other men, yet, I wanted him to make love to me. If I helped him pay his bills, was I paying for sex? We would never be sure where we stood with each other. Was he lying when he was with me, and just after the money? He would never know how much I loved him as long as I was paying for “it”.  
 
“You know, I think over some time I will be able to show you how I feel about you, and I will know how you feel about me. I will just have to trust you. Now, do you think about me?”  
 
He looked at me for a minute and then asked, “You paid my rent for me didn’t you?” “Yeah.” I said. He looked back down and said, “I was going to have to let that skank fuck me for my rent this month. I had midterms, and couldn’t get out and earn enough in time to pay him. I really owe you man. He’s gross.” 
 
 “The point is, you don’t owe me. I did it because I love you. I didn’t do it so you would have to “do” anything.” 
 
“You mean that you don’t want to have sex with me?” 
 
“No, I don’t want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you, and I want you to make love to me, but . . . only if that is what you want, what you feel.  I don’t want sex. I want more, so much more, I want your heart.” 
 
The tears started then, not just one, but a wash of them down his unshaved cheeks. "Yeah man, I think about you. I can't stop thinking of you. You were the first person I have had sex with just because I wanted to. Not because I had to. I don’t know if I can give you what you want. I mean, love. I’m not sure what that is, no one has ever loved me, and I have never had someone to love. I want it though. I wanted so much to see you again, when I opened the door, and you were there. . .” His voice trailed off, he couldn’t talk through his tears any longer. I placed my hand over his, and said, “Let me walk you home now, ok? You need some time to think about this.”  
 
We both got up and headed toward his apartment. I couldn’t help myself; I reached down and took his hand in mine. He leaned in closer and placed his head on my shoulder. When we arrived at the door to his building, I pulled away to leave. “No, please don’t leave me.” he said, his deep wet eyes pleading with me, his hand gripping mine.  
 
“I think it would be best. I want you too much right now. It wouldn’t be fair to you if I stayed. We both know what would happen.” I couldn’t believe I said that, because I wanted to go upstairs with him so bad. My cock was hard and leaking in my pants just being close to him.  
 
“But I want it to happen, do you understand, I just want to be with you, now.” He said, leaning in to me and pressing his hard little cock into my body. “See, I want you, I want to make love to you, and I want you to make love to me. I need it. I need you.” I wanted to be strong, and insist that he take some time and think this through, but when I felt his need pressing into mine, my resolve broke, and I opened the door.  
 
When we closed the door to his apartment, I took him in my arms, pressed his lips to mine, our bodies tight together. It was my turn to cry, tears ran from my eyes as I held this boy god, and knew that he wanted it, he wanted me. He pulled his head back and looked at my wet face. At first he just looked puzzled, but then he smiled a knowing smile. He pulled his shirt off over his head and stood bare-chested in front of me. I had been wrong before, he was naturally smooth, he didn’t shave his chest.  
 
His nipples were hard, and when I pulled him to me I could feel them through my shirt. My hands traveled over the soft warm skin on his back, down under the waist of his jeans and boxers and over the wonderful tight globes of his young firm ass. I pressed him tighter to me, and felt him start to hump my groin. One of us moaned; it may have been me. He backed off again and started unbuttoning my shirt. He pulled it loose from my pants, and slid it off my shoulders.  
 
We held each other again, feeling the warmth of our flesh, our hands rubbing, touching. He pulled away and walked toward the bed, stopping, and facing me, he undid his jeans, pulled them down with his boxers, and stepped out of them. Naked, except for the dirty half socks on his small feet, he climbed onto the mattress. He lay on his back, legs spread, and that cute little cock sticking up toward the ceiling, a drop of pre-cum leaking out of his slit, dripping off the red little head, and down his shaft.  
 
I walked to the foot of the bed, reached down and took the sock off his right foot, placing my lips in the arch, I kissed it. Slowly, I moved my tongue toward his toes, licking the ball of his foot before taking each toe into my mouth and sucking it. This time he moaned. I ran my hand up his hairy calf, stopping at his soft inner thigh. I then moved to his left foot, kissing my way up his leg until my head touched his balls.  
 
His hands came to the back of my head, and guided me to his throbbing boy meat. I licked my way up his little shaft, and kissed the pre-cum off his hot ripe head. As bad as I wanted to take him into my mouth, I pulled away, and stood up at the end of the bed. I looked down at his perfect naked body, and into those deep, dark eyes, watched his chest rise and fall as his breath came in short gasps. I undid my belt, unfastened the button on my khaki pants, and slid down the zipper. They fell to my feet with the weight of the stuff in my pockets. I used my toes to pry off my shoes, stepping out of my pants and standing in front of him in my black boxer briefs, and socks.  
 
I took off my socks, and slid my briefs down my legs exposing my hard, throbbing, dripping, cock. He held his arms out, reaching for me, his eyes begging for me. I crawled up the bed and slid up his body, our hot skin touching, our throbbing meat rubbing together. I took him in my arms, rolled onto our sides, pulled his face to mind and kissed his soft young lips, sucked his hot excited tongue into my mouth, my hands roaming freely wherever they wanted.  
 
He pressed tighter into me, our pelvises pressed together. He started humping me, our tongues working feverishly in each others mouth. One of my hands was on the back of his head pressing his mouth to mine; the other was on his smooth, tight ass, pressing our cocks tighter together as I started humping him. My god! It felt so great, I was actually feeling dizzy, and it was almost like having an out of body experience.  
 
His hands were on my fuzzy butt, passionately kneading my ass cheeks, and pressing me tight to him as we dry humped like rabbits. I couldn’t believe the feeling; it started deep inside like nothing I had ever felt before, rising, growing, and expanding inside. My cock was harder than I had ever experienced, and it felt like it was going to explode, and in a way it did.  
 
A huge load of hot white cum shot out with such force that I thought my slit was going to rip. I yelled out, screamed like a girl, as the overpowering feeling of the most intense orgasm I had ever had. And  . . . it didn’t stop. It wasn’t just more shots of cum spewing from my cock, but separate orgasms as the largest load of my life shot out burning our skin. It was so hot.  
 
Lost in my own pleasure, a pleasure I had never felt in my life, it took me a second to notice that he was crying and whimpering as his load mixed with mine. We continued humping our bodies together, the hot thick cum making sucking sounds as it slid between our spent cocks. We pulled our mouths off each other, gasping for breath, a dazed look in our eyes, as our brains registered what had just happened.  
 
As my eyes started focusing again, I noticed he was staring at me. Those deep dark pools probing me, he smiled, and said “My name is Jamie, what’s yours?” 
 
	EPILOG 
 
I looked over at the handsome man next to me in the car. We had the top down, and his hair was blowing freely. We were heading to a B&B for the weekend.  It was hard to believe that we had been together fifteen years. Jamie had graduated, gone on to get a master’s degree in psychology. I helped him open his private practice using my retirement to do it. He worked with boys and young men struggling with their sexual identity and guys trying to escape from a life of prostitution or porn. I worked with him as his business manager. At night we still made passionate love to each other. I am happy to say that I have never had sex once in those fifteen years. I loved him with all my heart, and I knew that he loved me. That is why this trip was so hard. I was going to need to find a way to tell him that the doctors said that pain I was having was cancer, and our time together would be over soon.  
 
 
NEVER TOO OLD 
BY:  
Shyoldguy 
 
(A story of two mature men falling in love) 
 
I woke up and stretched, my arthritis making me just a little stiff this morning, but not as stiff as my morning wood. I pried my eyes open to the dim light peeking around the edges of the drapes. I looked over at the sweet man next to me, with his silver hair hanging in his face, the laugh wrinkles around his eyes, and fell in love with him all over again.  
 
The sheet was down around his waist, and his strong manly chest exposed to the cool air in the room, making his large dark nipples stick up.  The hair on his chest still had some dark brown color mixed in the grey; He was still a fine looking man. I leaned over, and ran my fingers through his long unruly hair, pulling it away from his eyes. They fluttered open, those clear blue orbs that were the window to his soul, a good, loving soul.  
 
His eyes smiled as they focused on my face. I leaned in and kissed his soft moist lips, gently at first, and then deeper as his hand came up and held the back of my head, pressing me harder against his mouth. My lips parted and his soft warm tongue started probing my private place. A place he knew was his and his alone.  
 
Oh how I love this man. We are both in our early sixties, and had met at work a few years ago. We both worked on the same floor for a large insurance company. At first it was just “Hi, how are you.” As we passed in the hall, but about five years ago his wife died, and I knew what he was going through. My Gracie had died two years earlier, and I was drawn to him. He needed a friend that understood what he was going through.  
 
I helped him with some of the stuff, you know, getting their car transferred out of both their names and into his, dealing with the property transfers, and then the hardest thing of all . . . packing up her personal stuff, and shipping it off to Good Will. I stood beside him at the funeral since they had never had children, and most of their family was gone, or too old to travel. I knew what it felt like to be alone. 
 
My hand slid down his chest, stopping at the little tits, teasing, pinching and gently twisting them. My long thin fingers traveled under the edge of the sheet, over the tiny mound of his stomach, poking my finger into his deep belly button, and then continuing down to his coarse, full, bush. I ran my hand through the tangled hair, until I reached the prize, his rock hard, throbbing cock, our lips and tongue still working feverishly.  
 
Amazingly, we did not need those little blue pills in the morning, just waking up next to him, the smell of his body, the warmth of his skin and sparkle in his eyes was enough to get me rock hard. Apparently I had the same affect on him.  
 
I stroked his man meat, and he moaned, pushing my face harder into his. I started rubbing my cock against his hip, picking up his rhythm, thrusting faster and faster. I thought he was going to swallow my tongue, as his cum started flying, spurt after spurt of his hot thick cum coating my hand, his shaft, and the sheets. My orgasm exploded too, and my cum shot onto his hip and filled my bush with my man seed.  Our lips parted, and we both lay back, trying to catch our breath. What a way to start the day. He then said those special words every man says at a time like this  . . .  “Damn, I need to take a piss.”  
 
He leaned over and kissed me on the nose, and jumped naked out of bed, his hairy butt cheeks bouncing as he trotted off to the bathroom. I leaned back and closed my eyes listening to his pee hitting the water in the bottom of the bowl.  
 
After his wife died we started spending a lot of time together, we went fishing, or played golf on the weekend, coffee after work, that kind of thing. Once in a while we would go to one of our houses and watch a game, toss back a few beers. It wasn’t until we started going to the gym together that I started getting a little uncomfortable with our relationship.  
 
When I saw him naked for the first time in the gym shower, that long tanned body, his broad manly chest, strong tight legs, and that huge cock between his hairy thighs drooping over those big low hanging balls, and my body responded, I started to get scared.  
 
It took me a while to realize that it wasn’t just a physical reaction, I think I was falling in love with Marty. How could that be, I was a married man for over thirty years. Our sex life was good, I liked fucking her, she did things that made me moan in bed at night, why in hell was I lusting after an old man. Shit, I knew why, I was in love with him. 
 
I started checking out the internet. It seems that it is not unusual for old guys like me to want to explore gay sex, and find love with another man. There are many web-sites dedicated just to men like me. I entered a discussion forum and asked what I should do about my feelings for Marty, everyone that responded thought that I should tell him. But . . . I was so afraid of loosing him as a friend, that I just couldn’t do it.  
 
We went another year just as friends. It was so hard for me, wanting him and not being able to reach out and touch him. I wondered what his lips would taste like, how it would feel to have his hands touch me in my private places. I wanted to wake up naked next to him in the morning. I wanted to be held, to be wanted the way I once was with Gracie, but I wanted Marty.  
 
He came back into the bedroom and broke my reminiscing, he had two cups of coffee, and the morning paper tucked under his arm. Handing me one of the cups of hot black coffee, he climbed back in bed next to me. He stayed on top of the sheets, totally naked and unashamed. He laid on his back, his shapely man legs crossed at the ankles. Cum had dried in his bush, and his cock was in a much more relaxed state. Damn he was one hot man.  
 
We sipped coffee and shared the paper. This was one of my favorite things since we retired last year and he moved in permanently, well . . . this and the earth shaking sex. When the coffee was gone, he rolled over next to me, stripping off the sheet and exposing my pale plump body. He leaned in and placed his lips on the head of my soft cock. It sprang to life, not bad for an old geezer like me. He took it in his mouth, his tongue teasing the edges of my cock head, and flicking at the pee slit. His hands gently massaged my nuts, and then wandered to my tight old pucker. “Can I fuck you, Bill?” 
 
What a stupid question. I rolled onto my side, pulling the leg on top closer to my chest and extending the one on the bed to expose my hole to him. “I would love you to take me Marty.” 
 
He slid into position, probing my man cunt with his fingers that were coated with lube he had retrieved from the night stand. He circled my hole with his fingers, pressing one inside, teasing my slightly enlarged prostate. He pressed in a second, tenderly stretched my man pussy, he leaned in, gently pressing his cock into my waiting hole. Slowly, ever so slowly, he entered me as he kissed me on the back of my neck. His tongue licking me at the top of my spine, his large manly cock sliding smoothly in my shoot, what more could a man want. 
 
I knew the men were right, I needed to come clean with Marty and let him know how I felt. I was so afraid the night I told him, I just blurted it out one night while we were sitting on my deck drinking a beer. I just said “Marty, I love you.” Just like that. 
 
He got a kind of funny look on his face, and said “Well, Bill, that’s nice, I love you too.” When I told him I loved him in a sexual way, not like a brother, he got that devilish look in his eye that I have seen many times since, and said “Yeah, I know what you mean. I love you that way too.” 
 
And . . . here we are his long thick cock inside me, his rhythm driving me crazy. My special spot being caressed over and over, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, I let out a moan. My cock was rock hard and throbbing with every thrust of his hips. I was getting light headed, I could feel my cum churning in my balls, something deep inside me was tightening, the pressure building.  
 
Marty started panting, his hot breath tickling the hair on my neck. He started riding me harder, thrust after thrust, his cock going deeper and deeper inside me pounding that special spot over and over. My cum erupted with a huge amount of force, five large shots of thick, hot, white cum followed by a few more smaller ones as I felt his rod explode inside me. “Damn Bill, OH SHIT . . . AAAAaaaaa.” He unloaded his hot man seed inside my hole.  
 
He lay on top of me, his arms wrapped around me whispering how much he loved me in my ear as his dick grew soft inside me. I could feel his body heat, and smell our sex . . . I have never had sex this intense.  
 
We had sex that first night on my back deck under the stars, both acting a little shy, but forging a bond that will last forever. We both retired the next year, and moved in together. He has been sharing my life and my bed ever since.  
 
I guess you are never too old for love. 
 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: November 5th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-shyoldguy