At Fifty-Five

At Fifty-five

By Simon Peter

At 55, Maurice didn't think of himself as an old man. But he studied his image in the mirror as he ran the shaving blade over his pointed chin. Gray hair, definitely thinner than it was yesterday. Salt-and-pepper eyebrows, getting bushier by the minute. Lines increasing around the corners of his eyes. Damn, he looked old. He tried to avert his eyes away from the mirror in disgust.

Three days ago, Maurice had to visit his family doctor, complaining about some difficulty in urinating, especially at night. He would take a leak, and then half an hour later he would need to take another one. He didn't mention to the doctor that his erections were not as hard as they used to be or that sometimes he even lost the hardness in his dick in the middle of masturbation. Maurice hadn't had sex for a long time, over two years; that is, sex with a partner. He did masturbate a lot, but there was no sexual relationship with anyone. As a single gay man, his relationships had been short and fleeting with long periods of celibacy in between. Now, he was concerned about his ability to perform.

Maurice looked down at his protruding paunch of a stomach. He could barely see the tip of his toes. Shit! He had been careful to remain fit, but the years were playing a dirty game on him. His body had changed from an acceptable physique to a flabby one. He hated this. But more than that, his erections!

The most recent partner Maurice enjoyed was 45 years old, married with children, but loved to get fucked. Maurice was more than willing to oblige. He loved topping other men. His fat, fairly long cock had always treated him nicely. His bottom partners had never complained, and he invariably had been able to bring them to ejaculation as he fucked their ass. But his last fuck session was a total fiasco. Maurice lost his erection inside his partner, before ejaculation. He was embarrassed and tried to apologize, but his partner didn't appreciate his top not able to get it up and that was the end of that!

He contemplated at what the urologist had told him. His prostate gland was enlarged and was pressing on his bladder tubes. There was no real threat of cancer, the urologist said, but from now on, Maurice would have to live with more frequent visits to the toilet and less frequent hardening of the penis. This was torturous news to him. How was he going to fuck with a semi-erection? Tears welled inside his eyeballs. He touched his dick, pressing on it with a vengeance. Why? Why me? I'm not that old.

Maurice knew that he was going through a traumatic period of his life. He also knew that the best way to survive the trauma is to accept things as they were, to try to live with the reality. His sex drive was still strong. It was only that his cock wouldn't respond as forcefully as it used to. He decided to live with this. There was no point on crying over spilt milk, he admonished himself.

But what would he do for sex? If he couldn't fuck, what could he do? Suck cock, get fucked, a small voice in the back of his head told him. He shook his head in disbelief at the idea. However, his cock surprisingly responded. It elongated and hardened the more he thought about sucking cock or getting fucked by someone. His ass, at 55, was still virgin. But was that a necessary obligation? To remain virgin? He had sucked dicks, but was always rewarded by getting sucked as well.

Maurice heaved painfully. His hand moved away from his dick to the area under his balls, pressing where he thought his prostate gland must be located. The urologist had inserted a finger--maybe two?--up his ass. The sensation had been very pleasant and his dick had erected, but the doctor was not surprised. That was a normal reaction to the rubbing of the gland, the urologist had explained.

Maurice tried to push a finger into his puckered hole. His ass constricted forcefully against the finger, not letting it penetrate. Reaching for the soap, he applied some on his middle finger and into his crack. The finger slid in; his cock erected in response. His other hand grabbed his cock and stroked it with enthusiasm; he ejaculated streams of cum onto the floor with his finger deep up his ass, probing and massaging.

As he stepped into the shower, he thought about what had just happened. He had just finger-fucked his virgin ass, and what was the result? An erection. An intense ejaculation.

Stepping out of the shower, drying himself, he re-examined his naked body, squeezing his hole, feeling a little itch where his finger had been inserted. Other than the white hair and the paunchy belly, he was not really that horrible-looking. Actually, he was still quite nice-looking. Maybe? If he could find someone younger? If he could get himself to accept cock into his mouth and inside his ass? To bottom for some hunk? Maybe?

Maurice's cock miraculously erected again!

Shaved, showered and dressed, Maurice walked to his office building. He was an insurance agent. As he entered the office, he buzzed for his usual coffee. Five minutes later, Jason, the new assistant, walked in with a steaming mug. Instead of gratefully accepting the coffee, Maurice examined Jason more closely. Jason must have been 21 or 22 at the most. If Maurice had married, he would have had a son this age. Jason was also very handsome, with the shadow of a light beard, a slim figure, and now for the first time Maurice noticed, with a nice bulge in the crotch of his tight, low-hanging pants.

"Thank you, Jason," Maurice said as he grabbed the mug of coffee, his hand shaking.

Jason noticed the shake and tried to keep a grip on the mug. Between the two conflicting grips, hot coffee sloshed out of the mug and onto Maurice's lap.

"Shit!" Maurice exclaimed as he felt the hot liquid sting his thigh.

"Sorry, sir," the kid apologized, letting go of the mug, with a terrified look on his young, handsome face.

Maurice didn't have the heart to blame the kid. It was partially his fault, wasn't it? Jason had already reached for the box of tissues on the desk, pulled out some tissues, and started to rub Maurice's thigh, trying to wipe off the coffee that was beginning to stain the light beige pants that Maurice was wearing.

Immediately, Maurice erected! What the fuck!, he thought.

Jason noticed. How could he not? Maurice had a big cock and he was wearing boxer shorts; the erection showed through the pants. Jason kept on rubbing, more slowly now, not looking up at Maurice, who was still holding onto the coffee mug, motionless, at a total loss. Jason? No way. It never worked this way. Maurice was too old for the kid.

Finally, Jason straightened and dropped the stained tissues into the waste bin by the desk.

"I think that it is not going to stain much, sir," the kid said.

Maurice was not looking at Jason now. He was gazing at the young man's crotch. He just couldn't avert his eyes from the bulge inside the tight pants. What would it be like outside the pants? How would it feel pressing down his throat? Up his ass?

Maurice's eyes widened. The kid's bulge seemed to get bigger. Or was it his imagination? Was he imagining an erection? He knew that his own erection was quite visible, and the fact that he didn't even try to hide it apparently registered in Jason. The kid was responding with an erection of his own. Maurice knew from years gone by that he used to get a hard on sometimes for no reason at all.

Not believing what was happening to the two male crotches, Maurice finally raised his eyes to meet Jason's. The fucking kid was smirking! The electricity in the office was almost palpable. Maurice wanted Jason. The sensation was not coming from his cock; it was coming from a twitch of his ass. Simple: Maurice wanted the kid to top him! It was such an alien concept for him, aching to bottom, but it was there, in his groin, shaking his body.

"Jason," Maurice finally broke the silence, glancing at the boy's bulge and then back at the cute, hot face. "Do you want to come over to my place for a visit after work?"

The boy nodded, grabbed his crotch meaningfully, the smirk all over his face, turned and left the office.

The day felt like a century. Maurice had just invited a kid for sex. And he was dying for the minutes to pass. Painfully, the clock crept by. He couldn't concentrate on his work. How would Jason fuck him? Doggy? On his back? This was his favorite position as a top. Would it also be his favorite as a bottom? How could he look at the kid in the face with his legs spread and his ass plowed? He would be embarrassed as hell. His legs up in the air, like a bitch? Oh, well, he sighed over and over again as he contemplated Jason's "visit."

When Maurice got to his place, he was torn between mixed feelings. He anticipated the sex with unequaled passion. He had not had fulfilling sex for such a long time that his body and soul were crying out for something special.

At the same time, he was filled with anxiety and trepidation. His attraction to Jason smelled of pedophile tendency. It was there, the attraction, strong, too strong. Was it the sex? Or was it his reaction to the medical state he was in? If Jason was the fucker, would he be considered a pedophile? It would be Jason who was the one using Maurice's body to his gratification, fucking Maurice's ass, showering Maurice with his hot boy juice.

Scratching his head as he walked around in the empty apartment, Maurice thought and thought. Jason wasn't exactly a kid, although to him he was. At 22, Jason could do whatever he pleased as long as he wasn't hurting others. Besides, Maurice never at any point forced Jason. The decision to come over for sex--Maurice's groins ached at the prospect--had been totally Jason's.

Maurice knew that he was rationalizing. If this got out, he would be the one to blame. After all, he was the one who was supposed to be mature and responsible. Hold on, though! Having sex with a younger person: how could that be immature or irresponsible? He jumped when he heard the buzzer. Jason! The kid was here!

"Hello?" he said into the microphone, his voice shaking.

"Hi," came the tinned voice from the entrance to the building. "Me? Jason?"

"Oh, yea, hold on."

With a trembling hand, Maurice pressed the buzzer to open the door downstairs. He replaced the interphone set but didn't know what to do. He paced, back and forth. How would this meeting pan out? How would it start? His heart raced, but also his groins twitched. There was actually a kid, apparently pretty hung judging by the bulging crotch he saw back in the office, coming up the elevator to fuck him. His stomach fluttered. He felt dizzy.

"Looking nice," was Jason's greeting as he entered the apartment. The boy looked beautiful.

"You like the place?" Maurice was still feeling anxious, even more so with this hot young specimen of male beauty standing in the middle of the room.

"Not the place, daddy. You."

Fuck! The kid was definitely being forward. He actually called Maurice "daddy"! What the fuck!

Without any further preamble, it was Jason that was taking the initiative, as if Maurice was the kid that was being seduced. Jason approached, placed his hand unabashedly on Maurice's crotch, and pressed his body on the side of Maurice's hip.

"I... Jason... I, you know..." Maurice was shaking all over, knowing that he was making no sense at all. Even more unexplainable, and for the first time in years, his cock erected instantly.

"I know," Jason ground his crotch onto Maurice's thigh. "You think I'm a kid, huh? Take it easy, old man."

"It's just... just..." his cock throbbed, his ass twitched. This was so painful. "Jason? Can I ask you a question?" Maurice finally was able to utter a full sentence.

"Yes, daddy," more grinding, more sensations from the solid erection pressing against Maurice's hip, more fondling of Maurice's bulging crotch.

"Why me? Why would you want to do this with me?"

"Because, daddy, you are hot!" Jason rubbed emphatically over the decided erection under his hand. Jason's other hand rubbed Maurice's butt. Maurice was sandwiched between the two hands, conflicting sensations racing through his body like an electric current. He just couldn't imagine how a beautiful young man like Jason found him, an old man, flabby and gray-haired, hot!

Maurice turned to face Jason, grabbing him by the waist. Jason wrapped both hands around Maurice's butt and pulled him closer. They kissed.

"Yes, daddy," Jason breathed into Maurice's open mouth. "Kiss me. I'm your boy. Kiss me, daddy."

The kiss turned out to be the most erotic kiss Maurice had ever experienced. The boy was delicious, was deliciously eager, sucking on his tongue, moaning deeply down into his throat. Jason's hand slid under the waist of Maurice's pants and started rubbing Maurice's flabby butt cheeks as his young cock pressed on Maurice's front.

"You want me, daddy," Jason said, his finger probing the old man's crack. "You want my cock, daddy," Jason's finger rubbed around the puckered hole.

"Mmmm," was all that Maurice could utter. He pulled away from the kid. "Take off your clothes, Jason."

Jason took his time. Piece by piece, he slowly stripped for Maurice, revealing his tremendously beautiful young body to the old man, who was shivering all over as his eyes roamed. The defined abs, the pink nipples, the sprinkle of light chest hair, the thin trail down the flat stomach, the impossible large bulge stretching white tight briefs as the blue jeans were pulled down, the fairly hairy thighs and legs, muscled and masculine. Maurice ached with desire for the young man. But he also felt embarrassed about his own body.

Standing in front of him, Jason kept his underwear on, his cock outlined sideways, with the tip of the cock head stretching the elastic band, visibly throbbing, showing a pink, wet slit, almost at the side of his hip.

"Now you, daddy," Jason winked. "I want to see your hot body, too."

Maurice inwardly laughed. His hot body? In no way would anyone consider his body hot! No way! Even so, he took off his clothes, including his boxers. He knew that he had an erection, sort of, but once the boxers and pants released the pressure off his dick, it flopped at a downward angle, actually pointing to the floor, half-way erect.

Slowly, Jason slid off his own briefs. The young cock erected vertically, almost perpendicular to his belly, so much in opposition to the old man's dick. So fucking majestic, shuddered Maurice.

Maurice reached out and grabbed the young throbbing man tool. Rock hard! Like fucking steel! He had been proud of his own cock, reaching almost to 17 centimeters (7.5 inches), cut and mushroomed. But the boy was bigger. Maurice estimated at least 22 cm (9 inches), uncut, and thick. Pulling back on the foreskin, the pink head was completely exposed, glistening, throbbing, ready for man action.

Jason thrust his pelvis out, his head thrown back, as Maurice kneeled in front of him and lovingly fondled the vertical erection and the fuzzy balls hanging low under the base. The pubic hair was thick, but it was also soft compared to Maurice's bush, which was all tangled and brittle. Maurice's cock refused to harden further. He felt embarrassed as he compared the two manhoods. Jason fisted his own cock, and to Maurice's shock, slapped him on the face with it. The slap smarted. The fucking cock felt like a wooden rod.

"Do you like that, daddy?" Jason towered over Maurice, slapping his face with his dick, across his lips, over and over. Maurice was in shock, taking the slapping cock silently, not even whimpering. Incredibly, being slapped across the face by this hard cock sent shudders down his body as he knelt in front of the boy.

Finally, after feeling his whole face throb, Maurice came back to his senses. Pulling Jason to the couch by his hard dick, they settled next to each other. Unconsciously, Maurice slipped one arm behind the boy's head. Jason reacted by starting to lick the gray hair in Maurice's arm pit. He reached one hand down and rubbed the old man's crack, making him moan with desire. He spread his thighs, pulling up his balls, to give the kid more access.

Jason was impatient. Maurice felt that the kid wanted his ass. Jason already had his hard cock inside Maurice's crack, rubbing up and down. With a grunt, lifting Maurice's leg, the kid shoved his cock inside the butt hole. Maurice almost fainted with the immense wave of pain, his hole screaming at the invasion. Jason drove hard, careless about the roughness of his fucking. He pounded, deep, his steel rod raping the old ass.

Maurice found it hard to breathe. His muscles went taut, his ass was on fire, his dick was limp as a leaf of grass. He couldn't find a voice to tell the boy to take it easy, to inform the boy that he was a top, that his ass was not for fucking, that the kid hadn't prepared him enough. But then again, his dick was useless. And the boy was completely set on a rough fuck. He felt the slaps on his butt cheeks with each of Jason's thrusts. When Jason finally exploded inside him, Maurice was totally gone, barely feeling the hot juice emptying into his bowels.

With a sigh of contentment, Jason withdrew, his big boy dick dripping cum, still erect. To Maurice's surprise, Jason nuzzled into his side, burying his head under Maurice's arm, his face pressing on Maurice's still heaving chest. Maurice felt something warm dribble on his skin, around his nipple. Looking down, he saw tears streaming down Jason's cheeks onto his hairy chest.

"What is it, Jason?" Maurice was finally able to find his voice even though his ass was still on fire. He wanted to kill the boy for raping him, but the tears softened him.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Jason sobbed. "Didn't mean to hurt. Sorry. Mad at me?"

Jason looked up with teary eyes, gazing at Maurice. Maurice wasn't exactly expecting this. He wasn't planning on getting rough fucked either. He was looking forward for some romance with this hot, beautiful boy. He definitely didn't want to be a daddy. But it looked like he was!

Maurice fondled Jason's hair, pressing the kid's cheek to his chest. The boy was heaving and clutching Maurice's body with both hands, pressing his body onto the old man, the young cock still throbbing against his hip, slick and sticky.

"Listen, Jason. I'm not your dad. What happened to him?"

"Huh?" Jason looked back up. "My dad? The asshole? He left us, me and my mom, when I was ten. He just upped and disappeared, the son of a bitch." Jason's voice boiled with anger. He prodded his hard cock into Maurice's side violently.

Maurice now understood the rough fucking, the face slapping. The boy was taking out his frustration on Maurice. Jason wasn't attracted sexually to Maurice. He just wanted a father figure to fuck the shit out of.

"You see, Jason. I understand how you feel. But your feelings towards your dad should not stand in the way of your enjoying sex. Did you enjoy fucking me the way you just did?"

"No," the boy whispered, his cock still glued at Maurice's hip, still rock hard, still throbbing.

"Come here," Maurice pulled Jason's head up by the hair and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of the tears, feeling the trembling of the kid's body against him. "Let's you and I make love, baby," Maurice said between kisses.

Maurice knew that he would not be able to fuck the kid. He also knew that another probe into his ass was going to hurt like a bitch. But he still wanted the boy to fuck him. He pulled Jason on top of him, feeling the hard, taut muscles weighing down on him, the young hard cock pulsating into his flabby paunch.

"I'm your lover, Jason," Maurice whispered to the boy, raising him, grabbing his hard dick and sliding it down between his thighs, under his balls. "I want you to make love to me, Jason."

Jason responded by forcefully pushing forward, impatient for the fuck. Maurice pressed back.