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Gay Male / 74
Two Old Men Who Rediscovered The Excitement Of Each Other
I live in a major city and I moved closer to downtown in a high rise. It is considered upscale, and it is expensive, but the convenience is something that makes it worthwhile. On my floor, there were four units to a floor and I have the one bedroom, was a man who came and went and wasn't friendly. The residents said he was a loner. I empathized with that, sometimes other residents can get too nosy.
After several months of nodding I asked what his name was, it was a short conversation, but he said his name was Gary and he was originally from Kansas City. Over the weeks that followed I used his name and I insisted he use my name. On one ride down the elevator he asked me if I was doing something on Friday. I was all ears and he said that he had to get a colonoscopy and he needed a ride to the center. Sure, I was available.
Now on the ride to the center he asked me to hold his watch for him. A nice watch but not overly expensive. But it had meaning to him. After the procedure I helped him get into the car and drove slowly. He was hungry and we stopped at a Denny's and ordered pancakes. He talked, maybe the after effects of the anesthesia. He told me he had lived with a partner, and at times he said boyfriend, but his partner had died suddenly and his daughter had insisted on moving him to live close to her. That's how he and I got to know each other.
His unit has two bedrooms and he has too much furniture. Gary kept to himself and spent a lot of time with television, One afternoon when I went over to visit him I noticed that he had his belt wound and I offered to straighten it for him. After getting his belt right I did something that was a surprise to me, I ran my hand over his zipper and held it for a minute. I said "Gary I'm going to treat you, I'm going to make love to your penis'. With that I opened his pants and I started to make love to his penis.
Gary stood for a while, maybe a couple of minutes before he sat down and I made love to his penis. It took a little to get him to let me take his pants off, and I let him hold my penis. I kissed him, because that's what I wanted to do and after we were both undressed we went to lie on his bed where I continued to make love to his penis. Gary came alive a little and he reciprocated and smiled and told me it had been a long time. We kissed because I like kissing and although neither one of us could really come to attention, we did our best with our hands and mouths to work up an interest.
Suffice this to say that Gary and I have this thing going. We watch some movie, and sometimes we got through old pictures, and we hang around naked. The feeling of just being naked with a man makes you live again. I love to make love to his penis, and I love that he kisses and sucks on my penis. I love taking a shower with him and lathering him and he lathers me and we kiss under the hot water. I love sharing with Gary my love for old art forms, mostly old art of men who have a hard penis. Remembering when we held a hard penis in our hands, and a hard penis did it's business with us. Gary and I are both of that side of the equation, we are really passive partners. But under the circumstances we take care of each other.
After several months of nodding I asked what his name was, it was a short conversation, but he said his name was Gary and he was originally from Kansas City. Over the weeks that followed I used his name and I insisted he use my name. On one ride down the elevator he asked me if I was doing something on Friday. I was all ears and he said that he had to get a colonoscopy and he needed a ride to the center. Sure, I was available.
Now on the ride to the center he asked me to hold his watch for him. A nice watch but not overly expensive. But it had meaning to him. After the procedure I helped him get into the car and drove slowly. He was hungry and we stopped at a Denny's and ordered pancakes. He talked, maybe the after effects of the anesthesia. He told me he had lived with a partner, and at times he said boyfriend, but his partner had died suddenly and his daughter had insisted on moving him to live close to her. That's how he and I got to know each other.
His unit has two bedrooms and he has too much furniture. Gary kept to himself and spent a lot of time with television, One afternoon when I went over to visit him I noticed that he had his belt wound and I offered to straighten it for him. After getting his belt right I did something that was a surprise to me, I ran my hand over his zipper and held it for a minute. I said "Gary I'm going to treat you, I'm going to make love to your penis'. With that I opened his pants and I started to make love to his penis.
Gary stood for a while, maybe a couple of minutes before he sat down and I made love to his penis. It took a little to get him to let me take his pants off, and I let him hold my penis. I kissed him, because that's what I wanted to do and after we were both undressed we went to lie on his bed where I continued to make love to his penis. Gary came alive a little and he reciprocated and smiled and told me it had been a long time. We kissed because I like kissing and although neither one of us could really come to attention, we did our best with our hands and mouths to work up an interest.
Suffice this to say that Gary and I have this thing going. We watch some movie, and sometimes we got through old pictures, and we hang around naked. The feeling of just being naked with a man makes you live again. I love to make love to his penis, and I love that he kisses and sucks on my penis. I love taking a shower with him and lathering him and he lathers me and we kiss under the hot water. I love sharing with Gary my love for old art forms, mostly old art of men who have a hard penis. Remembering when we held a hard penis in our hands, and a hard penis did it's business with us. Gary and I are both of that side of the equation, we are really passive partners. But under the circumstances we take care of each other.
