Grumpy Old Man
By Bruce Turner.
Now, 70 years old sounds old, but I had never had a single person think I am my age. Usually, they think I am about 18 to 20 years younger than I am. Before I had the heart attacks, they were always about 30 to 35 years off if they guessed. I grant that I feel my age some days, but I seldom act like I am 70. I am still extremely mentally and physically active. I almost missed the turn to the street where I live, thinking about how ageism runs through society, not just the gay community. When I got home I figured I would calm down and laugh at the guy but I was there an hour and was still pissed.
I decided I needed to get out of the house. I grabbed the dog’s leash, and he jumped off his bed and ran to the door. A wonderful thing about dogs is that they have no idea of ageism and love us no matter how young or old. I have a big chocolate lab that needs a lot of exercise and loves to run through the park three blocks away. I’m not one to throw a Frisbee for a dog, but Elmo will find sticks for me to throw for him to chase, and until I sit will run back and forth with abandon. I have never had him fixed, so I need to be careful of him around other dogs. Generally, I don’t have too many problems. City folk have gotten to the point where 90 plus percent of their dogs are fixed, so Elmo sniffing and playing is just that, curiosity. During the week, there aren’t usually any dogs or people, so I had no worries about Elmo running around unleashed.
We had been there about an hour and a half when I finally decided he had had enough. I sat on a picnic bench to drink a bottle of water I had brought to share with him. He was slurping the water from my hand when I heard a male voice behind me comment on his beauty. The exercise calmed me considerably, and I thanked the man and asked if he had a dog I would need to worry about. He was alone. He had been exercising somehow, as sweat poured from his glistening body. Like just about everyone, I enjoy the sight of an in shape, semi-naked body, and this man had worked to keep his body through running. Not a weightlifter’s shape, but lean with solid definition.
I wanted to sit there looking at him, but politeness had been drilled into my head since childhood, so I stood to introduce myself. I caught a whiff of him when I was close enough to shake his hand. The smell was not of deodorant, cologne or stale body odor; although he looked to be in his thirties he had the scent of a man barely out of his teens, When I extended my hand to shake he held on more than a few extra seconds a sure giveaway that he was gay and on the prowl.
His name was Earl.
Elmo liked his scent too and poked his nose under his shorts. I’d bet the dog got his nose or tongue on the man’s balls. He wasn’t wearing anything under the short, loose cotton gym clothes. I would have liked to see what the man did when Elmo did more than just poke his head in the shorts, but for many reasons, I thought I would like the first shot at Earl. At that moment, I couldn’t tell whether he had a beautiful all-over tan or if his natural coloring was that beautiful olive color of many Italian and Greek men. He had fairly short hair, but it was still obviously very dark, and his eyes were nearly black if not. Body-wise wise he could have posed for an art class’s life figures studies. His face was not beautiful. He had rugged good looks that made him much more interesting.
How do you approach a man you have just met in a generally heterosexual, family park? I started small, asking if he lived around the area, and soon he was asking more questions about me and the dog. Elmo always gets people’s attention, so I wasn’t too surprised that he was talking about the dog, but I wanted to know more about him, especially if he was available. As he sat beside me, I could barely keep my eyes from scanning up and down his body. He wasn’t too hairy, a little around his nipples, a trail leading into his shorts, and a nice covering on his calves and inner thighs. I don’t mind men that keep their chests shaved, or their balls and asses but I don’t get shaving your bush or your legs.
I wanted to touch him. I mean, I wanted to touch him. So did Elmo, the damn dog jumped up so his paws were on Earl’s thighs. I apologized and, acting like it was a struggle, pulled the dog away while allowing my hands to do more than just brush against him. He didn’t recoil, so I left my hand on his leg when Elmo left. The damn dog sat down and gave me a look that I interpreted as meaning you dirty old man. I grabbed the stick on the bench next to me and tossed it as far as possible while sitting.
“My ex took the dog when we separated. I enjoyed watching you play with the dog.”
“His name is Elmo. I would never allow anyone to take him from me. I would have fought in court to keep him if an ex had tried that. You should have sued her to keep the dog.” I said she intentionally was not making assumptions but using a way to get him to open up if he wanted to move the conversation and pick up.
“He didn’t think I had the time to care for the dog and refused to even hear about him staying with me.” Had I heard him right? Did he say his ex was a he?
“Some people just don’t understand the attachment you can get to your dog. Was the dog yours or his to begin with?” I needed to learn if what I heard was correct; I hadn’t moved my hand from his leg, and asking the question allowed it to creep up his leg further.
“We bought him after we were together for a year. I love him more than my ex, and losing him hurt.” While answering me, Earl stretched his arms over his head and leaned against the picnic table, scooting his legs forward so my hand was at the edge of his shorts.
“When I saw you, I thought you were in your thirties, but you smell like a teenager. How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-two; my ex used to tell me the same thing. He said it was one of the things he loved about me. I guess it wasn’t enough to keep him interested.”
“Well, you have me interested.”
“I can tell. Do you want to go back to your place or mine?” I couldn’t believe he was propositioning me. Wouldn’t that young shit at the meeting have been shocked to find out that there were men that still find me interesting enough to proposition?
“Let’s go to mine. That way, Elmo won’t mess up your house.” Elmo’s tail swung almost violently when he was happy or thought he might get all the attention.
“Tell me the address; I still need to run another mile.”
Okay, I was getting the brush-off. I gave him my address, thinking I would never see him again. Elmo and I slowly started back to the house. I heard him tell me I better hurry if I needed to do anything to get ready.
Damn, those were sure mixed signals. But I decided to take him at his word and expect him to show up. What was I going to need to do? A shower? A douche? Brush my teeth? Get Elmo settled in the back yard? Was there anything that needed to be cleaned up before I had company? I figured I might have ten minutes from the shape he appeared to be in, but I wasn’t sure, so I picked up the pace.
I put Elmo in the backyard and hoped he would stay; he had learned how to force the gate on the doggie door open and would appear at the worst times. I stripped and gave my self a quick douche and I was barely under the shower when I heard the doorbell ring. I wrapped a towel around my middle like at the baths, grabbed the gargle bottle, took a swig, and went to the door. I was gargling as I opened the door, and he dripped with sweat. Why had I taken the time to shower?
I don’t know why I expected the first few minutes to be awkward but as I closed the door Earl grabbed me from behind and ran his hand between my ass cheeks. I had hoped he might be interested in fucking but I had gotten the impression I was going to be the one doing the thrusting.
“Still interested?”
“Earl, I’ve been interested since I first heard your voice.”
“I could see you had tented your shorts. You are going to let me suck that cock aren’t you?”
“I had hoped we might fuck.”
“We’ll fuck, as much as you can stand.” He had a look in his eyes that told me I was in for more than I had expected and that I better not be teasing him.
“Good, just don’t make me cum, sucking my dick. I want in that muscular ass.”
“Great. I haven’t had a good fuck since the ex and the dog moved out.”
I was getting the idea that Earl might be into more than just man cock. He was giving out a beast vibe and if Elmo caught a whiff of that the man was going to have his ass full all evening and maybe through the night too. I won’t bore you with how I licked the sweat from his chest, sucked on his nipples and dove into his hairy pits to clean them out with my tongue. I nknow you want to know who fucked who.
Earl had ripped off my towel as I lapped at his pits. I didn’t know what was going to happen first, but the young man finally pulled me from his armpit and dropped to his knees right there in the living room and began a magnificent blow job. I last a long time these days and I was enjoying every minute of having him worshiping my cock and balls. I suggested we go to the bedroom. I wanted to get into his ass and he happily agreed. When he lay down on his stomach in the center of my bed I admired the hairy hole in front of me for a few seconds before I bent down and started eating his ass like it was the last meal I would ever have.
I was only working his hole for a few minutes when I heard him start begging me to fuck him. I may be a grumpy old man, but I would never refuse a man that pleasure. I don’t have that big of a dick, about average I’d say. Over the last few years, it has shrunk, the doctor said it was from lack of use and the medications I was taking. I used some lotion that I kept on the nightstand and was able to sink into his tight ass with minimal difficulty. It only took two thrusts to get all the way down to my pubic bone. I gave him a moment to get adjust and then began a long slow fuck. I wanted him to feel every bit of my cock every time it slid in and out of his ass. His butt cheeks were padded enough that I wasn’t able to stick him with all I have but when I turned him on the side and lifted his leg I was able to hit bottom every time. He was grunting and swearing that he loved the dick in his ass and wanted me to fuck him all night. I wasn’t able to last that long, but I did fuck him at least thirty minutes before I had to shoot my sperm in his hot hole.
I lay down beside him for a brief rest, playing with his hard dick. I wasn’t out of breath, but I had worked hard, and a few minutes were needed for me to be able to tell him it was time for him to return the favor. He didn’t need a second invitation. He followed my example and had his head between my butt cheeks in moments licking and lapping like crazy. When he finally was able to get me slightly open his tongue started rimming out my hole, poking in at least two inches. I loved it, and if he had wanted, I would have stayed that way all night. Maybe fifteen minutes after he started he pushed my butt up far enough for his dick to rub around the asshole.
I was ready. He barely had his cock head between my asslips when I pushed back hard taking all of his dick. He had managed not to move back and when I started moving muscles within my asshole he gasped. A minute later he was fucking me as hard as I had fucked him. I could feel his cock swelling in my ass and worried that he was going to leave me only partially satisfied when I felt a weight hit the bed. I was surprised that with all the noise we had been making that it took that long for Elmo to make his way onto the bed. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I knew that if the dog followed his normal patterns that Earl was getting his ass licked. nElmo seemed to enjoy licking my cum out of an asshole.
It was easy to feel Elmo moving around on the bed. Earl had momentarily nstopped fucking. I hadn’t felt him shooting cum so I hoped he was trying nnot to shoot so he could last. But in a moment, I heard him speaking to Earl.
“Go for it, boy.” Just then, Earl fell on top of me, driving us both down on the bed. He had almost slipped out but not quite and could slide in further. “Fuck me, boy.”
Elmo loved to hear those three words. He is an energetic and enthusiastic fucker, He starts hard and fast and once his bone starts swelling he fucks even harder. I knew what Earl was feeling since I had been fucked by the dog many times over the years. When his knot began to swell, he would ram it through the sphincter, not holding back. As it swelled larger and larger he would slow down and the cum would start flowing but he had about two inches of dick behind the knot and would keep moving in the rectum and milk the man’s prostrate until there was nothing left in his balls and I would get that all in my ass.
I heard the dog trying to turn and Earl trying hard not to allow him to tear the dick and knot out. It was during this that he fell out of me. I was alright with that, I wanted my asshole on his tongue and I had a few minutes where I was able to slid forward and get to my knees. Earl got his tongue inside my well fucked hole and I held my position pushing back enough to force as much cum from my hole as I could. He didn’t seem to bebothered by eating his cum and worked on me until I heard Elmo plopfrom his ass.
He fell and satiated to the bed.
“Damn, I should put a collar on you and tie you to the bed.” I was just joking.
“Please. I will serve you and your dog as long as you want.” Elmo and I have a few years left. I wondered how many years Earl would steal from my life, but honestly, I don’t care. Having a young stud willing to serve me and Elmo will stop me from being a grumpy old man for a while.
The End.
