After Forty
By Adam Stewart
Growing up I'd always looked at reaching the age of forty as being the beginning of the end. Yet, here I was celebrating my fortieth birthday. I was doing so alone which was not by choice but that's how it was. My parents had divorced when I was seventeen, my mother having left because she'd found out that my dad, who I adored, was gay.
I was an only child and had realised I was gay from an early age. When I came out to my parents, my mother reacted badly. My dad supported me and encouraged me to be myself. They argued, during which he confessed, "I'm gay and not ashamed of being so and nor should he" pointing at me. It was a revelation to me too but a pleasant one.
As a result, my mother packed her bags and they divorced soon after, leaving me and my dad to fend for ourselves. From then on, I could watch gay porn with him, which we frequently did naked. He'd always had a great body, frequently using the gym and certainly didn't look his age. He also loved showing off his naked body.
"I'm selling the house, and I've purchased a retail property in Soho" he told me soon after the divorce. "We'll live in the flat above the shop, which is empty at present. I'm going to open a gay sex shop."
I was both surprised and excited. It was the 1980's and AIDS had hit the gay community. He obtained a retail license for the premises by persuading the local Council that gays needed to be educated to play safe and his shop would guide gay men to do so by encouraging them to purchase condoms. To his surprise, they agreed, and he obtained his license.
By the time the shop was open, I'd reached my eighteenth birthday and worked in the shop with him. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
I was thirty-five when my world fell apart, and he suffered a heart attack and died on the way to the hospital. At first, I wasn't sure I wanted to continue running the shop, but several friends encouraged me to do so. "Your dad would want you to do so" they told me. So, I did and never regretted doing so.
My own love life was very up and down. I was good at meeting guys for casual sex but finding a guy for a relationship was a failure. Over recent years I've had three, but none lasted. I've therefore decided I'm happier having casual sex but secretly I yearn to live with someone with whom I could cuddle up in bed.
Then one day I came across Benjamin. He's Jamaican and age eighteen. Yes, twenty-two years younger than me but he needed help, and I wanted to help him. I found him huddled in a doorway in a dark alley one evening after I'd been to a gay club in the hope of a hookup.
"Do you not have anywhere to go?" I asked him. He shook his head and explained that his father had caught him naked with an erection whilst reading a gay magazine.
"He tore the magazine in half and started to hit me. He told me I was disgusting and he never wanted to see me again."
I squatted beside him and put my arms around him. "I'm so sorry. You should never be scolded for what you are."
"He stormed off to the pub and I knew what that meant. He'd eventually return drunk and attempt to beat me. My mother told me to leave immediately and not return. Not because I was gay, but she was worried that he could kill me or disfigure me with his beating. His favourite weapon was a baseball bat."
I gasped and couldn't understand how any parent could do that to their child.
"You can't stay here. It's too dangerous. How long have you been homeless?"
"Two days" he replied. He added that his bag containing his belongings had been stolen so he'd lost his spare clothes and the little amount of money he'd had.
I wrapped him in my arms and told him he could come home with me. It was as if I'd told him he'd won the pools. His face lit up and I fell for him immediately.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course" I replied. "I live very near to here."
I helped him stand up and put my arms around him. My body felt alive. He was unsteady on his feet, but I supported him.
"We're nearly there" I told him.
My flat had a separate entrance to the shop, albeit side by side. I unlocked the door and led him up the stairs to the first floor. The flat I'd lived in with my dad, was my sacred space. I'd loved living with him despite the close quarters. Because we were both gay, we were like lovers rather than father and son. He never fucked me, but we had many happy hours watching porn videos stark naked whilst drinking alcohol. He also introduced me to drugs. Mainly cannabis, smoking joints, but occasionally harder drugs such as cocaine. It was a wonderful time and one I'll never forget. Perhaps now is the time to give Benjamin the same experience.
"Let's remove these clothes. You're wet through." It had been raining most of the day. He let me remove item by item until he was naked, and didn't show any sign of being embarrassed, which encouraged me.
"You need a hot shower to warm you up."
Suddenly, he flung his arms around me. I kissed his cheeks as I held his naked body.
"Thank you" he cried hugging me tightly.
"Let's get you showered and then fed. When did you last eat?"
"Yesterday" he replied as I led him to the bathroom.
The flat was very basic. The main room consisted mostly of a large living room which spanned from the front of the property to the back. My dad had combined two small rooms into one soon after purchasing the property. A kitchen area was off to one side at the back and a large bedroom with associated bathroom was on the other side of the flat with a corridor running between the two rooms and a large storage area at one end. The bathroom contained a shower area which spanned across the width of the room. A glass screen filled three quarters leaving an entrance to the shower.
My dad and I frequently showered together, often feeling one another's erection to start the day, and never felt embarrassed, even when pissing into the toilet. On occasions, he'd direct his piss at me, and I'd do the same. These memories came flooding back as I led Benjamin into the bathroom.
He was still clinging to me, so I asked if he'd like me to shower with him. He nodded several times, so I removed my tracksuit. This was something else my dad introduced me to.
"Wearing two items of clothing with nothing on underneath is liberating" he told me. So, that's what I've worn ever since apart from situations that demanded more.
Benjamin looked at my naked body, which I have to admit was still looking good, and hugged me, our nakedness pressing together. We showered and I washed his body from top to toe, including his private parts. He seemed totally at ease throughout. I dried him and he kissed my chest, being shorter than me.
"That's the first time I've ever been loved."
When I questioned him, he explained that his father never showed any love towards him and his mother was afraid to do so, afraid of her husband's rebuke. My eyes welled with tears as I hugged him.
"Whilst you're with me, you'll be loved" I told him as I picked up his damp clothes to put in the wash. "You can wear this if you like" I grinned, passing him a thong I'd taken from the sample box that morning. I was constantly being sent samples of new products to sell in the shop. These were particularly sexy with a tiny pocket for your junk and a narrow strip that ran along the butt crack.
"Is that okay? I never wear normal underwear" I chuckled.
"I love them" he grinned having put them on. I admired his big black cock filling the scanty item.
I took him into the kitchen and prepared a ham and mushroom omelette. He sat on a kitchen stool admiring my physique. When the omelette was ready to turn, I flipped it just as my dad used to do. I sensed his beautiful brown eyes looking at me.
"Here we are, one ham and mushroom omelette for you" I smiled and kissed him on the lips. I noticed tears falling down his face.
"You're so kind" he said between tears. "I wish I could stay with you forever."
I took hold of his hand and told him he was welcome to stay for as long as he wanted, and I meant it.
"Provided you don't mind sharing the same bed" I added. I had always slept in a double bed with my Dad, often watching porn on a TV on the wall at the end of the bed. I loved the feel of my naked body against his. The property had an attic but was currently unused. I'd often thought of making it into another bedroom but had never got round to it.
He commenced eating his food. I had the feeling he'd had an unhappy early life, probably due to his father, but every so often he smiled. When he'd finished eating, I put his plate in the sink to deal with later. I led him into the bedroom and commenced removing my clothes as he watched me. We both brushed our teeth and got into bed. He immediately shuffled next to me and our naked bodies touched. Having not slept much for the past two nights he soon fell asleep. I snuggled up to his body and placed a hand on his thigh to let him know I was there for him.
When I woke the following morning, he was already awake. I smiled at him, and he kissed me.
"Are you sure I can stay here with you?"
"Of course you can. We'll go out later and buy you some clothes. Are you planning on continuing your education?"
"No" he replied emphatically. "I hated school."
When I asked him why, he explained he'd been racially abused and called a fagot.
"I stayed away from school to avoid it as much as I could, so I've got no qualifications."
"That's not a problem" I replied. I'd not achieved much at school. I asked if he had any ideas of what kind of job he'd like to do.
"I enjoy helping people" he replied and then added, "provided they accept the colour of my skin."
I took him into my arms and felt his cock press against mine. Both reacted slightly.
"We are all equal, irrespective of race and sexuality. But I know how you feel."
I thought for a moment. Up until two weeks ago I had employed two members of staff to assist me in the shop. The shop was open from 10.30 a.m. to 9.30 p.m. most days which meant I operated a shift system for them with two days off each week. Their hours overlapping on certain days which tended to be busier. Oliver, a twenty-on-year-old Swedish guy had now been with me for two years and had proven very reliable and trustworthy.
He too had experienced a troubled childhood. His father had a temper which frequently erupted. When Oliver was nineteen, his mother fell down the stairs, at least that was what his father had told him. But he was not convinced and was certain his father had pushed her during an argument which he'd heard whilst in his bedroom. When he heard his mother scream, he rushed out onto the landing.
"She fell" his father told him, and don't you dare say otherwise."
Oliver decided it was time to leave home to get away from his father and moved to London.
The other lad had only lasted nine months. He'd been unreliable and lacked interest, so I suggested that perhaps he was in the wrong job. He accepted my assessment and left.
"After breakfast I want to show you something" I told him as I climbed out of bed to have my shower.
After breakfast I took him downstairs. His clothes had dried overnight so at least he had something to wear. I was wearing my usual blue tracksuit.
Off the entrance lobby in addition to the door into my flat upstairs, there was a door that led into the shop. I unlocked it and took Benjamin down a narrow corridor, off of which was a small stockroom, and into the shop area.
Benjamin's face lit up when he saw the range of sex toys, skimpy briefs and thongs, like the one he was wearing.
"Would you like to work here as a sales assistant? You'd serve customers, helping them find what they wanted and provide information about the products."
His face lit up again. "Oh, yes. I'd love that. Can I really?"
I smiled and put my arms around him. He was such a delightful lad, and I couldn't resist him.
"It's hard work and there's a lot to learn but Oliver and I will help you."
I detailed the hours and explained how he'd work shifts, and what the pay would be, emphasising that he'd be an employee.
"So, are you interested? Would you like time to consider it?"
He threw his arms around my waist and said he'd love to accept. I kissed him and said, "The first six months will be a probationary period but if you work hard to learn about the business, you'll succeed."
He assured me he would, and I had no doubt he would. We returned upstairs and I printed off the necessary paperwork for him to sign. He read through the documents in full before saying "I'd like to accept" and signed the contract.
The shop wasn't due to open for another hour so I sent a text message to Oliver and said I had to go out so would he open up when he arrived. I added, "Have got some news for you and about a new assistant. See you later."
I then took Benjamin shopping. I knew a men's shop which sold clothing of reasonable quality at affordable prices. We hopped on a bus and ten minutes later were there. We looked at what was on offer and Benjamin chose several items, including tracksuits and a pair of sexy shorts but no underwear, since he'd decided he wanted to be like me and go commando. He also found a pair of trainers he liked.
With our purchases packaged and paid for, we left the shop and made our way to another shop I knew which sold basic mobile phones. I let Benjamin choose what colour he wanted and set up a monthly contract for it.
"You'll be responsible for paying the monthly charge out of your wages from now on" I told him. His previous phone had been stolen with his other belongings.
We made our way back to the shop and found Oliver serving a customer. I took Benjamin upstairs, and he changed into one of the tracksuits. Before we returned, I gave him a set of keys, one for the main entrance door off the street, a front door key to the flat and the door off the entrance hall into the shop.
Oliver had now finished serving the customer and the shop was empty. I introduced Benjamin and said, "He's the new sales assistant and I'd like you to train him."
Oliver looked at Benjamin and smiled. I could see he fancied him.
"There's something else I'd like to tell you." I asked Benjamin to stay in the shop whilst I took Oliver into my cramped office. "I'd like to make you, my deputy. You've earned it and the pay raise. That means that Benjamin reports to you, so train him well. I think you'll find he's a willing learner."
I gave him a brief outline of Benjamin's home situation and why he left home. I added that he was living with me for the time being. As I'd expected, Oliver was delighted to be promoted and thanked me for my trust in him. I noticed on the CCTV screen that another customer had entered. Before he left, he hugged me and thanked me again for the promotion. I gave his bottom a gentle rub which I knew he liked. Like me, he loved being commando and his attributes filled his trousers perfectly.
"And ask Benjamin to come and see me please."
I watched his sexy body leave the office and made a mental note to invite him for a meal one night, hopefully followed by a threesome. Benjamin appeared and I told him about Oliver's promotion which meant that he'd report to him.
"He'll show you what needs to be done and the systems we use. Your first task is to go round the shop and familiarise yourself with every product. Write down brief notes about each item in this notebook and where it's located."
I also suggested he produced an alphabetical list of items showing their location and to make up his own system. He returned to the shop looking a lot happier than he'd been when I found him huddled in the street.
Benjamin settled in much quicker than I'd expected. He'd also completed the task I'd set him and had memorised sufficient knowledge about the products to answer customer questions. He'd also produced a useful list of where each item was situated within the shop.
Whenever in the flat he loved removing his clothes and wearing one of the thongs I'd given him. Sometimes he wore nothing at all, which pleased me and caused my cock to react. When in bed, we played with one another and we sucked one another's cock, but hadn't proceeded beyond that, although I had a feeling that wasn't far away since he was now far more confident in himself.
Two years before Dad passed away, he set up a Gay Nudist Club for those who liked to socialise with other gays in the nude. We made alterations to the basement and installed padded seating around the two longest walls with a padded floor to make it more comfortable. At the top end, a toilet area was installed and beside this a dimmed area where guys could have penetrative sex. Cock sucking and kissing frequently took place in the main area. TV screens were installed on both walls so guys could watch gay porn. A reception desk was near the entrance with a changing area nearby where clothes could be placed in linen bags and hung from a numbered hook.
The nudist club meetings were held every Wednesday between 6 p.m. and 9.30 p.m. The shop closed at 7 p.m. on these nights so club members had to arrive before that time. Oliver was a keen nudist and always attended and I suspected Benjamin would too.
"Don't forget it's the GN club tonight" I told Oliver and explained what the club was about to Benjamin and that he could attend if he wished. His face lit up and said he'd definitely attend. I noticed Oliver's face light up at the thought of being naked with him.
As I'd expected, Benjamin was excited about being naked with other guys. We stripped off in the flat and made our way down the the basement. As usual, Joshua was the first to arrive and his eyes lit up when he saw Benjamin sitting there waiting for action.
"Mm, you're nice and you're new" he grinned as he sat down beside him.
I'd known him for several years and we'd fucked one another. He was mixed race with a white father and a Jamaican father. He was now thirty-five and had a perfect body. Others soon arrived and as I signed them in my attention moved away from them. It wasn't long before twenty-five members had signed in. It was then that I noticed that Joshua was giving Benjamin a good roasting. Others followed him and fucked his arse, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Every member knew that if anyone said `stop' then the action should stop. I lost count of how many cocks fucked him, but it was over ten.
Soon after six-thirty, a naked Oliver joined us having left his clothes in the shop. He too attracted lots of attention and was fucked by numerous guys.
The evening went well, and it was clear that those present were enjoying themselves. At closing time I rang a bell, and guys got dressed. I'd invited Joshua to join us upstairs for a bite to eat, so he held back from getting dressed. Once the last member had left, Joshua and Oliver joined me and Benjamin upstairs in the flat; still naked, of course!
I'd ordered an Indian takeaway which was delivered by a very attractive Indian lad who was clearly interested in me wearing only my silk bathrobe. He smiled and casually stroked his crotch.
"Perhaps next time" I grinned.
"I'll keep a lookout for your order" he grinned.
With the food consumed, the four of us got down to business, since cocks we're now rock hard. Joshua and I enjoyed fucking the other two lads.
"Fancy going to a gay club tonight? There's a stripper on at my favourite club."
Benjamin immediately agreed.
"It gets randy at these events, so go commando if you want to enjoy the attention."
Benjamin smiled and said he would as usual.
The club was one of the oldest in Soho and had somehow been allowed to operate `close to the wind'. I suspected that the owner knew the right people in the right place.
Once inside the club, which was heaving with guys, we pushed our way through the crowd towards the bar. As we made our way, I felt hands grabbing my semi-erect cock. I reached out and felt naked cock. I suspected that Benjamin was having the same experience but knew he'd enjoy it.
Having got our drinks from the bar, we joined the crowd in the centre where we experienced our cocks being extracted from our trousers and sucked. Meanwhile, the stripper was removing his clothes until stark naked. He then made his way through the crowd, letting guys feel him. When he'd found who he was looking for he led him out of the the main club area.
"He's in for a treat" one guy giggled as the two went off together. Shortly before closing time, a guy had hooked onto us, his big cock on full display.
"Fancy coming back to my place" he asked us. We agreed and enjoyed several hours fucking his arse whilst he was snorting cocaine.
"Wow. That was something" Benjamin exclaimed as we made our way back to the flat.
"Enjoyed it did you ?" I chuckled.
"You bet" he laughed.
"They operate naked nights once I month. Interested?"
"You bet I am" he laughed.
A few days later I took him to a gay sauna, and he loved it. Walking around naked attracted lots of attention and he had several guys fuck him whilst I looked on.
Soon after this, I suggested we expose ourselves on a gay live sex channel. Benjamin jumped at the opportunity. He loved showing off his beautiful body to others. Several guys used their tokens to watch me fuck him, which made us money. This became a regular event.
The months and years slipped by and we become a couple. We both enjoyed threesomes and enjoyed life to the full. Benjamin was now nothing like the nervous guy I'd found huddled in a corner. He was now confident in himself and enjoyed life, as did I.
I decided that life after forty was just as good as my earlier years!
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