"The Bad News is that I am Getting Younger, Part Four" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci fi
After that troubling encounter Jeff pulled his head in the one on his neck and paid attention to business. He took to wearing a hoodie to avoid the stares of those casual acquaintances who might stare at his transformation.
"Shit! You'd think I was turning into the elephant man instead of a cute young version of myself," he said to himself.
The creeping youngness had not abated, just slowed down. Now he'd see little changes each morning. They were more subtle. He reasoned that there was not so much difference between upper twenties and lower twenties may just brighter eyes and tighter face skin. In any event, this morning he determined that he definitely looked to be twenty. He had a college picture of himself and he was able to confirm this.
He found now that his pants were way too big in the waist. He must have gone from 36 to 30 these days. He tried to tighten his belt but there were not enough holes in it. He slid if off and got out a hole puncher and made more holes. He even punched a few for the future, darkly anticipating a recession to pre adolescence.
He snuck up to his office and began product set up when the door flew open. It was Bill. "Hello kid," he said sneeringly.
Jeff took in the whole Bill before him. No question this boy had so much hotness that he could sell the excess. It was his supreme self confidence, but it had a foundation in reality. That body, that bulge.
Bill, with his street smarts, immediately recognized the signs of arousal. He could see the flush in the kid's (Jeff) cheeks, the sound of increased breathing and finally the way his crotch was pushing out.
Bill faced Jeff, "You'd like to have sex, huh?"
Jeff nodded meekly.
"Well forget it. No go, you're too young for me. I told you that I get off on mature guys. If I did anything with you it would feel like I was having sex with myself. Here''s your delivery. Sign here."
Mechanically Jeff signed the computer where Bill's finger pointed. He regretfully eyed the smooth hand of the delivery boy.
He heard the glass rattle in the door as Bill let it fall closed.
Jeff stood there a moment. Gradually his breathing eased and the feeling of rejection began to pass. No more hard on either. He went back to check his setup and worked steadily all morning.
Jim burst into the room and boomed out, "Where you been keeping yourself these last few days. No lunch together, no bull sessions. Where is my old college buddy."
But then as he neared Jeff his mouth dropped. "Shit, you look just like you did when we dormed together. All those nights I hoped...but it didn't happen. It's like I have a new chance. Before, when you started getting paunchy, bald and generally older, you lost it. But now..."
The bearded bear opened his arms and swept the young Jeff into a crushing embrace . Jeff mind was processing his feelings. This was the first intimacy between them, ever. But it felt good. Almost like he had come home. He felt Jim's sizeable (yeah he had seen it many times back then) organ punching into his thigh and, more amazing, his own treacherous, young cock was flexing in his pants. Jim felt it.
"You like this you dog. Who knew?"
Jim held Jeff's face in his hands. He leaned in and placed his warm lips against Jeff's smooth kid's lips and moved from hard pressure to pulling back. He did this back and forth, in and out, almost like a lip fuck. Jeff, when they parted was squinty eyed and breathing like he'd run a race."
"We have no sexual history, except in my mind," Jim said. It want to put a smile on your face but I don't know what you'd fancy."
Jeff found it hard to reply. He wasn't sure. He wanted to really experience Jim, especially now because he was feeling a rush to affection and passion for the big hairy guy.
He took a deep breath. "Can you manage a good fuck?"
"Oh can I. You won't be disappointed," he said with a Groucho Marx eyebrow waggle. "Lay down on your back on that couch. I want to see your cock and your face as you get happy."
Just the suggestion almost made Jeff's cock spew. This was exactly what he wanted. He had years to know that the barrel chested Jim could be a gentle bear and he trusted him.
"Lift your legs and hold them up with a hand on the back of each thigh," Jim said softly with a husk in his voice.
Jeff complied, realizing there was no turning back now. He was offering his tender, intimate self. Jim quickly undressed. His short blunt cock was hard, like a small dirigible. It had a big head, now red in color and dripping. Jeff know that the entry would be hard to bear but he longed to be impaled.
Jim moved Jeff's knees apart. He put the head of his cock at the trembling entrance of Jeff's passage and waited. Jeff kept sighing and finally pushed forward a bit.
"Ah, that's a sign of invitation," Jim said. "I'm coming in."
"Wait!," Jeff shouted, "I'm not sure."
"You just need some convincing laddie," and he took his ham hand back in a windup and smacked one firm young ass cheek.
Jeff shrieked, most in surprise.
"Don't such a baby. That was just a love tap."
But it did have an effect for Jeff pushed forward another inch, then said, "Are you parked there forever. Get going you fuzzy ape."
Jim smiled grimly and pushed his thick short cock in. The shape managed to rub all the inside sensitive spots and Jeff went into an internal fog as he swan in stimulations. Finally his serious face, as Jim watched) relaxed, then a moment later Jeff smiled.
"You're a happy camper, but heaven awaits."
With that Jim began his favorite fuck technique. It was simple: just fuck the shit out of the bottom boy. His ass was a blur as he shagged Jeff. Jeff was grungting with each down stroke, like a pig in clover. Jeff was moaning and crying with the effect of fucking this boy whom he had lusted after for so long.
Jim felt like he had gone into orgasm, a never ending one. It was almost scary. When Jeff called out, "I can't hold on, I gotta spew." Jim, with clinched teeth told him to go for it.
But it was Jim who's cock began vibrating ing In Jeff's innards and then with a cry from Jim, Jeff felt warm pelting of spooge. He welcomed his heavy ejaculation and he jack knifed a few times from the power of it.
They stayed together, too weak to get up. "Look at this mess," Jeff said looking at his cum covered chest. "You got a towel?"
"What you think this is, a whore house?"
Jeff got up. There was a sink in the corner and he washed up and dressed. Jim did too.
"Back to work, huh?" Jim said sadly .
That night, as Jeff was bushing his teeth he suddenly realized that he could see a high forehead in the mirror. "Uh, uh, I'm getting bald."
He immediately checked out his paunch. It was there. "It is kinda cute," he thought. "I guess I'm a candidate for Bill, but I'm not sure he deserves me. Maybe I can interest Jim in an older guy."
End of story