I was in this gay bar. The first time I had ever gone into such
a place. I was explaining this to the flamboyant queen who sat on my
right. He/she didn't believe me. 'Oh Honey, I've heard those stories
before. You are as pure as the driven snow.'
My name is Keith Brandon. I just turned sixty years old. I
don't feel sixty. I very healthy and fairly energetic. But when I pass
a mirror I don't see the young me, I see a dignified, almost completely
gray 'gentlemen'. How I hate that word. I'd rather look like a piano
mover, sloppy and fat.
My wife died two years ago. I didn't seem interested in finding
another woman and I guess I went back to the sexual being I was before I
was married. I was young, very good looking; built like a brick shit
house, and I was hung and hungry. I must have had sex at least twice a
day. I never had a moments difficulty in finding a hot partner. But the
second time around, it is completely different. Let me give you an
illustration. There is a peep show house on the highway leading out of
town. There are about twenty booths. Inside you can chose gay or
straight movies to watch. You can stay as long as you wish, except you
have to keep feeding dollars in the craw of the machine.
When you put in your money a red light comes on over the door.
That means the booth is occupied. If you want privacy, you can latch the
chain across the opening. If you want company, leave the chain off. I
went there a few times but it was really depressing. I sat on the bench,
stroked my not insignificant cock and waited. There were some great
looking dudes. They would come in, peek around the corner at me and then
leave. Obviously they wanted young stuff.
Here I was a that gay bar, telling the old queen more or less
what I told you. She/he actually seemed sympathetic. I even noticed a
small tear form in one eye, unless the mascara was bothering it (I mean
I got so maudlin that I reached into my pocket, took out my
billfold and exhibited a picture I had of me in the Navy. 'Oh my sweet
cakes, you were gorgeous. How old were you in this picture?' I told her
nineteen. 'I was once nineteen myself, Cora over there said I was a
drummer boy in the Civil War. But that's not true.' He/she leaned over
to me. She was quite drunk I think but how could I judge I was halfway
to passing out myself. 'Confidentially Cora is six months older than
me.' I asked her how old Cora was. 'Oh no your sly puss, I'm not going
to give you that information. After all, I have my reputation.'
I looked over at Cora. While Sal (the one next to me) resembled
a blowsy senior citizen who went crazy in the makeup department, Cora was
slim, still glamorous, looking a bit like an old ballet dancer. There
was something sinister about her. She was the witch in Cinderella.
Sal excused herself: 'To tinkle,' she said coyly. As soon as her
barstool was empty, Cora moved in. She stuck a perfumed cigarette in her
rhinestone studded holder, which was 15 inches long, and put her head in
her hands and stared at me. 'How would you like to make a pact with the
devil? A pack that could make you nineteen years old again.'
'Aw right,' I slurred, my elbow slipping off the bar. 'What do I
have to do, give up me soul?'
'No all you have to do is give me oral sex.'
I flinched. 'I don't think so.'
'Even to be young.'
'W-e-e-l-l' I started to say then I blanked out or passed out. I
was a little aware of Cora, much stronger than I would have imagined,
carrying me out to a taxi. 'Where are Sal?' I asked ungrammatically.
Cora hushed me and said I gave her the longest piss you has ever had.
She smoothed my forehead. Actually it felt nice as long as I didn't open
my eyes and look at Miss Sunset Boulevard. At my apartment building she
called the doorman. He and she helped me up to the elevator and then my
apartment. Everything is very dim in my mind. I remember Cora
undressing me. 'Very nice,' she muttered, 'For an old bastard. Big meat
too. I wonder if it still works.'
I vaguely remember a sixty nine. Not Cora's age but the actual
act. I was so drunk I really didn't care.
'Bye Honey. I'll just get my wrap and be off.'
I must have been ten hours that I slept but it was worth it. I
felt excellent, full of energy ready to take on the world. My jaw was a
little sore, as if I had opened it too wide for one of those big
sandwiches. Anyway, I got up and did what every guy does first. I
headed to the bathroom to take a piss. I had a very stiff, morning hard
on. I can't remember having this piss problem since I was a kid. I
pushed it down but then I sealed off the pipe. The only thing I could do
would be to stand on my head because the dick was hard against my
stomach. Now that was peculiar. The last decade or so I have been
looking my up-tilt in favor of a downward tendency. 'Oh well,' I
thought, 'I'll forget the piss for the moment and take a shower. I
slipped off my tee shirt and underwear shorts and got the shower on to
warm up. I looked down at my feet. Hey I never noticed what very
excellent feet I have, no corns or bunions, nicely trimmed nails and cute
little hairs on eye toe. 'Hairs!' I said aloud. My toe hairs
disappeared many years ago along with the hair on my lower legs. Lower
legs! The hair was abundant and glossy black, even on my knees. I
hoped I was getting so glandular condition. I scratch my balls. Um,
that felt good. I got hard again. I'm as quick to bone up as a teenager
I said to my reflection in the mirror. MY REFLECTION! That couldn't be
my reflection. It was me but me, maybe forty years ago or more. My body
was as it was then, great round perky butt, narrow 30 inch waist, firm
pecs and my old six pack. In addition the skin was the skin of a
teenager: glossy, smooth, fine grained...beautiful. And my chest hair,
I only had a cute little oval in the center of my pecs. I looked down,
only a faint boyish trail led to my pubic hair, not the heavy gray trail
I had yesterday. My cock was full, my balls firm. I looked and looked,
falling in love for me. Look at my face, no lines, my lips ruddy my eyes
bright and my hairline...oh my hairline...it was back with that wonderful
widows peak in front that always was envied by my friends. I staggered
into the bedroom, sat on the edge of my bed, on my elegant ass, and
wondered if I was really aware. I glanced at the bed, there were heavy
cum stains, then I remembered weird Cora. She was a witch, but the good
witch Glenda, look what she did for me. That turned out to be the best
blow job I ever gave.
I hopped into the shower, making nice to my young stud body,
soaping luxuriously. As I dried off I weighed myself. I am about 6 feet
tall and yesterday I weighed a paunchy 200. Today the scale stopped at
My clothes were too old for me and definitely too loose. I did
the best I could by tightened up the belt but there weren't enough holes
to keep the pants up snugly. I kept my car in the garage under the
building. 'Hi Joe. Can you get the car up here.' He called out
cheerfully (I tip the hell out of him) 'The Porche will be right up.'
He looked at me. 'Who are you?' I thought quickly. 'I'm Mr. Brandon's
nephew. Didn't he say it was OK for me to take the car. Look at have
the key and registration.' He looked at me carefully. 'Well I'll have
to say there sure is a family resemblance.' The car came up and he
wished me a good day.
It was now getting toward twelve noon. I parked at the Mall and
picked out a good youth store: Abercrombie and Fitch. I told the tall
blond and gay salesman that I needed a whole wardrobe. 'I can see that,
child. You looked dressed for Halloween.' He walked around, picked some
tops, shorts and slacks. 'I'd say you are in old fashioned terms a
thirty-nine long. We don't sell suits but that it a quick way of sizing
you. Now you take these into the try on room and if you need help, just call.
I'll wait outside.'
I tried everything on. I looked great enough to eat and I hoped
the boys will think so. I had trouble with a pair of orange cargo shorts
and I stood in my white boxers and called the salesman in. 'I'm having a
little difficulty here with these.' He stared at my legs, my crotch.
'Is something wrong,' I asked innocently. He started to talk but he
appeared to be hoard. He cleared his throat. 'We have to get rid of
those old man's under ware.' Then he realized what he said. 'I mean, as
soon as you leave this store, get over to Macy's and get some bikinis. I
wish I could fit you but I have to stay here.' The kid was actually red
in the face and his forehead was moist. He kept one hand in his pocket
and you and I know why.
I stopped in the food court for a coffee and one of those
tooth-aching buns. Girls and guys eyed me, as I strolled across the
floor in my shorts and athletic top.
Afterwards I bought and put on one pair of red bikinis then I
retrieved my car and headed...where do you think...the XXX Peeps.
I walked down the aisle between the booths. I heard sighs as I
passed. I got a few taps on the ass also. I entered a booth, put on a
hot movie about Austrian Boys in the Country. Very hot. Guys seemed to
hang out outside of my booth. I guess they thought I was too young and
too good looking to chance a refusal. Finally one kid, one of the very
ones who curled his lip when I sidled into his booth last week, came in.
He advanced very slowly, not sure I would accept him. People rarely
talk, so he jumped when I said, 'What's your name.' Billy he replied.
'Come on in Billy. Let's see the goods.' He was not used to being
talked to like that. He was the star of the peeps. Everyone wanted him.
He started to resist. 'Take 'em off or take off.' I said roughly. He
liked that. I was feeling my power. He meekly slipped his tee shirt
over his head. He had a dancers muscles, very nice. 'And the pants too,
boy.' Down they went, resting on his ankles. He stood only in his
Calvins. He looked at me, wondering what was next. I could see some of
the others trying to crane to see what was going on. 'On your knees.'
He looked at pleadingly. 'It's all dirty and cummy on the
'Ok,' I said,' then get dressed and go.' You could see the
indecision in his fine eyes but lust won out. He sighed a shuttering
sign and sunk to his knees. He zipped my shorts open, slid my bikinis
aside and threaded my already firming up cock out into the open. He eyes
it hungrily and then pounced. His young lips moved around the head, his
smooth, hot tongue licked the slit. He wet it good and then swallowed
the whole nine inches. He moaned while he worked, he went slow, he went
fast, he tickled my balls and fingered by anus. I was getting there
fast. I decided for the first cum of the day, I would just let it happen
and happen it did. I had forgotten how a nineteen year old's cum is
like. It builds and builds and then you almost die as it begins, shot
and shots until at last you are finished and feel good and a little
I looked down at the kid. He was looking up at me in horror.
'You fucker, you tricked me. You're old.'
He ran out and I dressed and looked in the mirror in the men's
room. There was my old self. What Cora hadn't told me is that I would
change to a youth via blow job but the very next one would return me to
the age of sixty. I left the Peeps, young guys flattening themselves
against the wall so I wouldn't touch them.
'Oh well,' I thought it's better to have been blown and lost than
never to have been blown at all.