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.