And Then Just Like That My Dry Spell Was Over

In my mid fifties I fell on hard times and had to take a room at a house with two other men. They were much like me, worked service jobs, had no money, one of them was employed as a security guard at factory and the other one was a part time yoga instructor. Me, I was an unemployed art teacher looking for a job.

The yoga guy was in real good shape and he got on my case about getting in shape. He invited me down to the yoga studio but I didn't fit in, all these skinny people bending in ways that made my bones hurt. And him, in his yoga pants, his cup holding his cock bulged out. It had been a long time, I counted back, years since I had really enjoyed a cock. The last time was one of those moments with a man I met at Starbucks, quick and dirty and he cost me the twenty I had with me.

At the house he was always in yoga dress, shorts, tshirt, bulge. It was one morning I was having coffee before heading down to the Employment Center to look for a job, any job, and he stood right there, right where his cock hung in his sweatpants shorts. He looked at me, he looked into my eyes and I took that to mean grab my cock and suck it. I did, he let me, I sucked his cock, long suck on his cock, I stroked his cock, I rubbed his hard cock against my face, I put his cock in my mouth, I loved his cock.

He pointed to the room and I went, a whipped dog waiting for his masters whip. I did what I was told, I lowered my pants and he held my cock in his hand, he turned me around and ran his finger up and down my crack, he spit on his fingers and rubbed his finger into my hole, his hand on my shoulder I bent over and put my hands on the bed and felt his cock up against my hole and I swear, it was the best fuck I had ever had.