Authors: Sean Wolfe
Aroused (36 page)
“I'd love to,” Harry said as they stood up. “But an hour and a half might be a little overly ambitious.”
“You don't know me very well,” James said, and winked at Harry as they walked hand-in-hand toward the door.
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“Should we close the curtains, do you think?” Harry asked as he stepped aside to allow James room to enter. It was only four in the afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly into his room.
“A little bit,” James said, and leaned in to kiss Harry. “We don't want the coven peeking in from outside and seeing all the action. But don't close them all the way. I want to make sure I can still see you.”
“Not all that much to see, really,” Harry muttered as he pulled the chain on the vertical blinds so they were a little more than halfway closed.
“That's not the way I see it,” James said from only a couple of inches behind him, and pulled Harry into his strong embrace. He locked his lips onto Harry's, and kissed him.
As James' tongue licked around his lips and then slowly slid inside his mouth, Harry felt the wind knocked out of him, and thought he might fall. How long had it been, exactly, since he'd been kissed like this? Thirty-two years? Thirty-five? A hundred? He wasn't sure anymore. He sucked gently on James' tongue for a long moment, then tentatively returned the kiss. James' response was not as gentle as his own, and he sucked Harry's tongue into his mouth and moaned.
It was Harry who broke the kiss. He pulled back and stared into James' eyes, and felt himself blush. “It's been a very long time,” he whispered.
“Too long, I'm sure,” James said, and leaned in to kiss Harry's neck.
“Over thirty years.”
“What?” James said, and stood back to see if Harry was kidding with him. He could see he was not. “Well, that's absurd. A hot number like you shouldn't have been left alone for thirty years.”
“Thank you,” Harry said, and smiled as he felt his blush deepen another shade.
“That is going to change right now,” James said, and pulled Harry's hand over to rest on his crotch. “You will never again have to experience the absence of a man's touch. A lover's touch.”
“Good Lord,” Harry gasped, and withdrew his hand quickly, as if he'd been burned. He looked up at James' smiling face, and smiled back. “Have any more?”
“Any more what?”
“Viagra.”
“Oh, I don't need that stuff,” James said. He noticed the embarrassment on Harry's face, and smiled. “And neither will you.”
“It's been ...”
“Yes, I know. A very long time. All the more reason you won't need it. Now come over here and let me undress you.”
Harry stood as still as a statue as James disrobed him. His knees shook and his teeth rattled as if it were twenty below inside the room. When he was completely naked, James took a couple of steps back and stared at him. Harry looked down at his own body, and wanted to die. His skin was pasty white and clung to his bones in some places, while it sagged against muscle in others. Dark freckles dotted his torso, and wiry white hairs stuck out sporadically across his scrawny chest. His knobby knees were still knocking, and looked like they might collapse at any moment.
“James, I ...” He started to say that he didn't think this was such a great idea.
“You are an amazingly beautiful man,” James said in a very soft voice that let Harry know immediately that he meant every word.
“Thank you,” Harry said.
He looked at James, who now stood naked in front of him. James was only a couple of years younger than Harry, but it was obvious he'd been in much better shape all his life than had been Harry. Even at seventy-one, he was muscular and toned. Sure, there was a little extra skin that hung loose in a couple of places, but not an ounce of fat to be seen anywhere. And when James flexed, the extra skin smoothed out and clung sexily to his muscles. His penis was fully hard, and throbbed anxiously. Harry was shocked at how beautiful it was. The perfect length, the perfect thickness. Big, hairy balls swung low beneath the shaft, and Harry couldn't remember wanting anything so badly in all his life. “You're beautiful too.”
James wrapped Harry in his arms and kissed him gently on the lips again, as he pressed their bodies together. When he broke the kiss, he laid Harry gently on the bed. Harry inched up to the head of the bed, and scooted over to make room for James next to him, but James didn't follow. Before Harry knew what was happening, he felt James' warm, wet mouth envelop him from below, and his world threatened to go black.
Harry looked down the length of his body, and was amazed to see his fully hard penis disappearing inside James' mouth. He pulled almost all the way out, so that he could make sure he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. Satisfied he slid back inside James' mouth and moaned as pleasure coursed through his body.
It took a couple of minutes for the bright spots behind his eyes to fade away, but when they did, he was more alive than he could ever remember being. “I want you,” he said as he continued pumping in and out of James' mouth.
Not one to disappoint, James arranged their bodies into a sixty-nine position, all without letting go of his grip on Harry's cock. He moaned loudly as his cock was enveloped in warm, wet ecstasy. At first Harry's mouth and tongue were a little hesitant, so James reminded him how it was done. He licked around the head of Harry's cock, then sucked it into his mouth. He smiled around Harry's cock head as he felt his new friend copy his every move, and moaned his appreciation. He took a couple more inches into his mouth as he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of Harry's cock, where it met his balls.
From here James could see Harry's ass cheeks perfectly, and between them the dark hair that barely concealed the hole beyond. He spread Harry's ass cheeks and there it was in all its splendor. He couldn't remember ever seeing a more beautiful ass. He was sure that at some point many years ago, he could not have said that, and wouldn't have thought this old man's wrinkly ass was at all sexy. But he was much older now, and had a wealth of experience behind him, and at this particular point in his life, the ass was glorious. Every inch of Harry's skin, every word out of his mouth, every essence of his being, was intoxicating to James. He might not wear his loneliness as visibly as Harry did but he had been every bit as lonely for the past eight years. He'd continued having sex after Burton passed away, but it never meant anything. It was emotionless and joyless, and he'd even paid for it on more than one occasion. But now, with Harry, he was experiencing the real thing all over again, and he knew he couldn't live without it again.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered, as he let Harry's cock slip from his lips.
“You are making love to me,” Harry said, from somewhere deep inside what had to be a dream.
“No. I mean, I want to be inside you.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Harry looked down between their naked bodies and into James' eyes. “You're not kidding me.”
“No, I'm not.”
“James, really! The last time I was penetrated, Mrs. Schooler still wore stockings and didn't drink a gallon of Scotch a day.”
“It's like riding a bike,” James said, and maneuvered himself between Harry's legs.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“A couple of years ago I tried riding a bike again after many years,” Harry said. “I fell and almost broke my hip. I'm too old for that. And if I'm too old for riding a bike, well then ...”
James laughed, and spread Harry's legs a little farther apart.
“Seriously, James, I don't think this is such a good idea,” Harry stammered, and realized that even as he spoke the words, he wanted James inside him more than he'd wanted anything in a long, long time. “I'll never be able to get my ankles behind my ears, and if I do, they'll never come back down. Not in one piece, at least. They'll have to bury me like that, and with a big smile on my lips. People will talk.”
“So, we'll try another position,” James said as he kissed the inside of Harry's legs.
Harry had already decided he was going to try it, despite the butterflies in his stomach and all common sense. “Be gentle with me. I'm sure after all this time, I can be considered a virgin again.”
James just smiled, and turned Harry over onto his stomach. Harry spread his legs as wide as they'd comfortably go, and then thought,
James is right ... it's just like riding a bike!
James is right ... it's just like riding a bike!
There wasn't a whole lot of foreplay and Harry didn't expect much. At their age, one didn't waste valuable time. He felt a drop of saliva slide between his ass cheeks, and when it reached his hole, he quivered. This afternoon had been filled with wonderful surprises, and continued to be. First, he'd discovered that his best friend and probably last true love of his life was playing on the same team as him. Second, he was now lying naked in bed with that man. Third, his cock was fully hard for the first time in almost ten years, and looked mighty impressive, if he did so say himself. And finally, he was about to be fucked. At seventy-three years of age, that was amazing. Worthy of an award.
James rested the head of his cock at Harry's hole for a moment, letting him get used to the idea of the penetration. He leaned down and kissed Harry on the ear, nibbling at it a little, and then slowly slid inside. As each inch worked its way inside with little resistance, James realized he was in heaven. He'd fucked many an ass in his seventy-one years. And with Burton it had even been the real thing. But even then, it didn't feel like this. When he was fully inside Harry, he was home. He was alive.
“Are you okay, my friend?” he asked.
“Yes,” Harry answered. “I think so.”
James slid almost all the way out of Harry's ass, and then slowly back inside. “Let me know if you want to stop. I don't want to hurt you.”
“Not a chance,” Harry said, and leaned back to kiss his lover on the lips. He vaguely remembered the sensation of being filled with another man. He'd had a few men in his time, and in his prime he was quite chased and considered a very good catch. He even vaguely remembered what it felt like to be filled with the man he loved. It was that feeling he was now experiencing. Again, miraculously, after so many, many years. “Please don't stop,” he said.
He moaned loudly as James moved in and out of him. When he was much younger and in this position, he would tighten the muscles down there and make his men moan and whimper in ecstasy. But he knew better than to try that now. At this juncture, he'd be thankful if all of his internal organs remained in their original positions. But from the sounds James made behind him, and the way he expertly moved in and out of him, Harry figured it didn't matter that much that he couldn't create a vice grip with his ass.
James felt them sneaking up on him before he could prepare for them. He'd experienced them precious few times in his life, but knew what tears were, and he knew enough about them to know they wouldn't be a welcome addition to this lovemaking session. He gritted his teeth and pounded into Harry with more force, hoping to prove he was strong and powerful. To drive the tears away. But the harder he thrust into Harry, the more his lover moaned and moved back into his dick. And the more James was convinced he was in love again, after the seemingly endless loneliness that had become his spouse. The tears were not to be deterred, and they soon broke surface.
He laid his chest flat against Harry's naked back, and hugged him tightly as he wriggled his dick in and out of his lover's ass. Tears trickled down his cheeks, and he couldn't stop them from landing on Harry's face and shoulders.
“James, are you all right?” Harry asked, suddenly frozen beneath James.
“Yes,” James said, trying hard not to sniffle or cry. “I'm very fine. Just a little ... overwhelmed.”
“Overwhelmed?” Harry asked, surprised. “With me?”
“Yes, with you,” he continued sliding in and out of Harry, and felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm deep inside his guts. “With all of this.”
“Overwhelmed is a good thing, right?” Harry asked as he lifted his left leg enough to reach below it and grasp his dick. He was still rock hard and felt like he would explode at any moment.
“Oh, yes,” James moaned loudly, and thrust in and out of him faster. He was short of breath as he said, “It's a very good thing.”
“I can't take much more of this, James,” Harry said hoarsely.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels great. But I think I'm about to cum.”
“Me too.”
“I want to see you cum, James.”
James pulled out of Harry, and rolled over next to him. Harry turned around onto his back, and lay next to his lover. James put his arm under Harry's head and around his shoulders as they stroked their cocks.
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