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Seniors United - Chapter 10: A Little Lady Lost
New Year's Day started off for Charlie and Henry awakening in each other's arms, kissing each other, then Charlie dashing to the bathroom. When he returned to bed, he told Henry, "Sorry, but sometimes I just have to dash to make the bathroom in time."
"Have you discussed it with your doctor, Charlie? My doctor put me on Flomax, which seems to help.
"You know, I don't mind you getting out of bed and dashing to the bathroom as long as you want me to come back to you. I've staked a claim on you, and don't want to miss a minute's time away from you if I can help it."
"Don't worry, Henry. I am not going to stray from you, and I don't want to spend any more time away from you than I have to."
"Good. Let's make some coffee and see how the new year is progressing. Just let me go to the bathroom, then I'll come help, Charlie."
Charlie had the coffee brewing when Henry found him in the kitchen. "How hungry are you, Henry? Do you want to eat now, or do you want to wait a while? Are you ready for a big breakfast, or do you want something light, or just wait for a while?"
Henry put his arms around Charlie and said, "Sweetie, I could be very happy just taking some more of your cum. I'd like some coffee now, and I'd just like to sit and look at you, maybe caress you, and certainly kiss you."
"I believe there's enough coffee brewed for us to start. Then let's move out to the living room."
They collected their coffee and took seats side by side on the couch. Charlie patted Henry's leg gently, and said, "What are your thoughts about Sam's predicament? How do you think we can help him, apart from taking his ice skating this morning?'
Henry thought for a moment, then remarked, "Sam is lonely. He immediately brightened when we invited him to go ice skating with us. He invested all his emotions in John, but John just used him and moved on. Now he needs to be able to trust somebody, and that should be each of us. After we skate, let's bring him home to some lovemaking. We don't have to risk getting HIV, if he has it, but we can certainly show him some love."
"Good idea, Henry. Now, let's get cleaned up and prepared to make a fool of me on the ice."
"Do you want to eat breakfast here, or just a snack and see if Sam will eat while we're out? I'm not really hungry yet, Charlie, and just some toast and more coffee would be fine with me. Whenever I skated, I always got an appetite after I'd been on the ice a short time. How about you?"
"Baby, I was such a bad skater that I spent most of my time sitting on the ice. I didn't hungry so much as I got cold."
"Then let's have some more coffee and some toast. We'd better get going if we're going to get cleaned up and over to Sam's by 10:00 a.m. It's already after nine. Of course, that still leaves us some time for play. What would you like to do first, Charlie?"
"If we go back to bed, Baby, I won't want to get going for the rest of the morning. You do that to me. I feel your kisses, your body, your hands caressing me and I forget about time, the snow, the economy, what all those war lords are doing around the world, even what the latest war is that the USA has to join. I'll make toast. You can pour some orange juice. We'll be eating in just a few minutes."
Breakfast over, Henry and Charlie cleaned up, took the last of the coffee in their mugs into the bedroom, made the bed, and hung up their robes. Henry said his clothes were too thin for ice skating, and he'd take them to his apartment, shower and shave there, then return dressed.
"Aw, Baby, you just figure if we shower together it will make us late. And, you know what? That's true. I want to make love to you any time I'm with you, and with you in my arms, or in a small shower, I couldn't resist the temptation. You're just too wonderful!"
"Thanks, Charlie, but Mr. Wonderful had better get his butt in gear or we're going to be late. Sam doesn't need any more disappointments like people not showing up on time." Henry bent down and kissed Charlie on the cheek.
Charlie was shaved, showered and dressed when Henry returned dressed in warm clothes. They gathered their warm jackets, gloves and knit caps, and went to Sam's apartment.
This time, Sam answered the knock almost as soon as they knocked. He smiled and said, "I'm ready. I just have to turn off the living room lights and lock the door."
Charlie drove them to the ice rink in his car, carefully avoiding the patches of ice that dotted the road. When they arrived at the rink there were few people there. They rented their skates, left their shoes with the attendant, and walked with heavy feet encased in skate shoes to the rink.
Sam easily stepped on the ice and began to skate effortlessly. Henry stepped on the ice and seemed rock solid. Charlie stepped on the ice and began to fall. His feet slipped out from under him. Henry was beside him, grabbed him, stood him upright, and held him to keep him from falling. Then, holding him up with one arm around his body, and the other hand holding Charlie's hand. Slowly they began to glide across the ice. Charlie's feet tried to slip out from under him, but Henry held him firmly and started a slow glide.
After a few minutes, Charlie got his "ice skating legs" so that he could slowly skate around the outside of the rink. He encouraged Henry to "go ahead and skate. Enjoy yourself." Each noted that Sam was enjoying himself as he skated rapidly around the rink, changing directions, making small jumps.
After about half an hour on the ice, Charlie got off the ice and sat in the front row of the seats, enjoying seeing both Sam and Henry enjoying themselves. He didn't mind that he would never be much of a skater. Seeing his partner, yes, that's how he now thought of Henry, and seeing a happy Sam getting over John's trickery, made him happy too.
After an hour's skating, Henry came and sat down by Charlie. "I am really enjoying this, but I don't have the strength I had 20 years ago. I'm getting tired, and I'd like some of the hot chocolate they make for sale. I wonder if Sam is ready for some chocolate."
Sam skated up and asked how the two men were doing. Charlie replied, "I'm never going to an ice skater, but I've enjoyed watching you two skate. Now I think it's time for hot chocolate, and maybe a pastry. How about that, Sam?"
Sam replied, "I certainly worked off the calories this morning, so I think I can have the hot chocolate and pastry. Agreed, Henry?" Henry nodded his head enthusiastically. All three went to the refreshment stand to make their choice of the sugary, cholesterol-laden pastry. Pastry and chocolate in hand, they sat at a table.
"Sam, you're quite a skater. You never told us how good you are."
"Henry, it's like learning to ride a bike. Once you learn to do it, you never really forget. Stepping out on the ice your muscles begin to tell you how to move. You remember how to prepare for a jump, even a small one. It feels so good to feel the air rushing by you, like a tonic.
"You know, I will miss John for a while, but I'm starting to move past the feelings of betrayal and loss. I know now that I can make it without him."
The men returned to the ice, Sam and Henry to skate, Charlie to sit and watch the two other men enjoying themselves. Charlie was "counting his blessings": He had found the man of his dreams; he was loved, accepted; and it appeared they were moving towards a commitment. They shouldn't rush into it. There needed to be a lot of talking and working things out so they understood each other, and could help each other. It would not be easy, but what really good thing every came easy?
Charlie became aware the rink was filling up. Soon Sam and Henry came to him and suggested they leave. Each told how much he had enjoyed himself, and Charlie was able to tell each how much he enjoyed seeing them enjoy themselves.
On the drive home, Henry asked if anyone was hungry. Sam and Charlie both said they could eat a little. Henry suggested they stop at the new Chinese restaurant nearby. A little reluctantly, Sam said he'd try it, but he really didn't care for oriental food. "Fine, "Henry said, "we went to Applebees the other day, and it was good. Is that OK with both of you?" They both agreed it was, and so there they went. Lunch was good. After parking the car, Charlie invited Sam to come over to his apartment. It was time for a good talk. Sam agreed, dropped his jacket, gloves and cap at his apartment, and joined Charlie and Henry.
"Coffee anyone?" Henry asked. Both said that sounded good. He filled the pot with water and coffee, and promised it would be ready soon. "Charlie has a very good coffee maker. I know. I drink his coffee all the time."
Henry asked how Sam wanted his coffee, then remembered that he, too, drank it black. Soon all were seated on the couch, Sam between Henry and Charlie, coffee on the coffee table.
Henry reached out and rubbed Sam's leg. "You're a fine skater, and you didn't tell anybody."
Sam, somewhat shy, said, "It's something from my childhood. I didn't expect it to be so easy. But I sure enjoyed it. Thank you both. I feel like I'm coming out from under a cloud. There's sun and good things ahead for me."
"Good thinking, Sam. Now, let's try something a little more in the sun. Will you come with us to the bedroom? We both want to show you our love for you, and our respect for a man who is ready to move on." Charlie continued by taking Sam's hand, raising him up, assisted by Henry, and they all went to the bedroom.
Typical of Charlie and Henry, they stripped Sam's clothing away while caressing and kissing him. Rapidly they undressed and led him to the bed. They put him in the center of the bed and surrounded him. Each man began to kiss Sam, starting at his forehead, moving to his cheeks, slowly moving from his lips to his ears, down his jaw, taking time out to kiss his nipples, then lick them.
On they went, slowly licking his body, kissing him repeatedly, moving beyond his cock to his balls. Each held a ball and a position on Sam's rather large cock. Their hands began to caress his cock, to move up and down. At the same time they were kissing him on the lips, the cheeks, the nipples, moving so fast Sam was bathed in love. He groaned lowly, repeatedly saying "Yes, Yes.!
In a few minutes Sam's hard cock gave up its cum. He came so hard his stomach and chest were covered with it. "Pretty good for an old fart, eh?" Sam said. Both Charlie and Henry laughed. A little later Charlie got up, went to the bathroom and returned with a wet warm wash cloth and a towel. He cleaned up Sam, kissed him on the lips, and said, "Well, that wasn't so bad was it?"
Sam laughed and said, "If that's bad, give me much more.!"
A few minutes later he thanked the boys and said he was feeling tired, and was going to be able to sleep very well. He dressed and went home.
Charlie remembered they hadn't gotten their mail yet that day, so they both dressed and went to the mail boxes.
A little lady was walking around the entry hall near the mail boxes. She kept repeating, "Where am I? Why didn't they come and get me. Where am I? Why didn't they come and get me."
Charlie had no idea who she was, but Henry knew her. "Mrs. Jones, who was supposed to come and get you?"
Mrs. Jones looked at Henry and asked, "Are you the man who supposed to come and get me?"
Henry asked her for more details, like who all was going to take her some place. Where is that place? Is this the correct day? She just shook her head and said, "I don't know. I don't know."
Rose came through the front door then and saw the three of them. "Mrs. Jones, were you expecting your son to come and take you to lunch?"
"I don't know, Rose. I don't know."
Rose put her arm around Mrs Jones, who was even shorter than Rose, and led her to the elevator. "Mrs. Jones, let's go check your calendar to be sure this is the day." They entered the elevator, the doors closed and you could hear the elevator car head up.
Charlie and Henry waited a fair time, then called the elevator. Getting out on their floor, Henry said, "Love, could I go change out of these heavy clothes and come back to your apartment?"
"Sure, Baby, you are always welcome in the apartment. I like to think of it as OUR apartment now."
"Thank you, love," Henry said, kissed him and went to his apartment. Charlie went to his apartment, leaving the door unlocked, stripped rapidly and waited in bed for Henry.
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