Old Dog, Young Dog

by Georgie d'Hainaut

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I had just passed the age of sixty and I was finally out. It took me forty-five years to get that far. But circumstances weren’t very favorable to do it at an earlier date. However, they had changed dramatically and the price had been high.

There were days when I wondered if it had been worth this price. On positive or even euphoric moments I answered that question with a careful “Maybe yes, maybe no!” In the more depressed moods I was certain the price had been too high. But life goes as it goes and I decided to make the best out of it in the years I had left.

I promised myself that I would be “out” when I was free again. Now, being free again indeed, I kept my promise to myself and was a gay guy for the full hundred percent.

So I more or less jumped into gay life. One of the things I did was visiting the gay sauna in town on a pretty regular basis. The first time I was scared and totally insecure. The second time I felt more certain and was more audacious as the time before. Actually, I loved it and my eyes didn’t know where to look. But in general it disappointed me what I saw there: it was too fat, too old or too sullen. Yes, I was selective. I might be over sixty myself but I still looked cute and sexy and I didn’t fancy the idea to start playing around with a beer barrel on legs where I had to dig out a small cock from under layers of fat. I could permit myself the liberty to be selective and so I did. And even then: even if there was no one in the sauna I liked or fancied, I always enjoyed the lovely warmth of the Finnish sauna, the Jacuzzi and the freedom of walking around naked. And had lots of inner laughs if I saw men grabbing in their crotch when I walked by. Most of the time my activities were limited to innocent enjoyment on the actual sauna itself.

Until……!!!!

Until I decided to pay another visit to the gay sauna on a lovely Monday evening. Only to find out that I might have spared my ten quid, because it turned out as usual: too old, too fat or too ugly or a combination of two or all three of them. I just resigned to the idea that this visit would also end in just enjoying the luxuries of sauna and Jacuzzi. Then a cup of coffee and I would go home after that just like that.

All of a sudden I saw him out of the corner of my eye and I was rocketed into higher spheres right away. He was young….very young! Actually, he didn’t even look eighteen, but I assumed that in case of doubt about his age it was checked at the reception. He was slim as the proverbial fir-tree but with well-developed muscles. His dark eyes, placed in a finely sculptured beautiful face, looked around the place curiously. His hair was cut short. It’s color was too light to call it black but too dark to call fair. His legs, that could best be described as sportsmans-like, were covered with hair but the rest of his body was totally smooth. Not a hair could be discerned on his chest, his belly or on or around his intimate parts. He walked naked but as naturally and gracefully as a young gazelle in the savannahs, with the same energy and elegance. When you are thinking of a young god: here was one, but then of flesh and blood and live before my very eyes.

I was no fool or overly courageous. I knew my place: this gorgeous walking dream wouldn’t even look at me. For him I was just another horny old fool that was just hunting for his virginity. Besides: I was not hunting for young boys, although I freely admit that I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed if I would find him there. But nevertheless, I decided to follow him and keep an eye on him. Not that I expected something but more for the reason that the eye wants to enjoy some beauty when it happened to be in a sauna anyway. So I followed him at some distance, greedily taking in every move he made and enjoying immensely what I saw.

We ended in the Finnish sauna. I picked a spot which enabled me to keep my eyes on him. It was as if they were glued on him. After some minutes he looked at me and a smile, which would heat up the earth a lot more than the maximum two degrees, flashed to me. My heart bumped in my throat.

“No, idiot”, it went through my mind, “He is just playing with you…..a young tomcat that is playing with a mouse”.

But it went on, actually: he started to make his intentions clearer and clearer. He started staring at me and the tip of his tongue began to lick over his lips while he stroked his still limp but nevertheless huge lance. I started to doubt what I was seeing. Was this wishful thinking or was it reality I saw?

He rose and nodded with his head to come with him. With or without gesture, I would have followed him anyway, being totally under his spell.

So I walked behind him and saw him disappear in a cabin. I doubted. Did he really want me to come with him or was I only hallucinating? I just stood there at the open door, not making any decision or move at all. He lied invitingly on the couch, looked at me and only said:

“Come on!”

Hesitatingly I went in. He stretched his hand out and took mine. With his other hand he tore away the towel around my waist in one sudden, swift move. Only then it dawned on me: he wanted more than a mere cat-and-mouse game.

His hand, which held mine, pulled me towards him. The free hand started subtle strokes over my belly and sword, that started jumping up in small shocks. Keenly he licked his lips.

“Come closer with your face”, he whispered with a horny, husky voice.

I did as he asked, how could I refuse? For starters he started to kiss my lips tenderly, only to grow more and more heated. I dropped all aloofness, answering his kiss in an almost scorching way. While doing so my finger tips moved slowly to his small nipples but it didn’t take long before the tip of my tongue caressed the soft skin of his breast and belly before it ended up at his lightly damp cockhead. I kissed the body part and savored the first trails of his young pre-cum on my lips. My kiss caused a deep moaning that seemed to come from deep inside him. It urged me on to continue my game.

So I let my lips slide over the cockhead, stroking him with the soft tissue of my mouth. Sucking softly my tongue licked his little pee hole and I was rewarded with the most delicious taste pre-cum can have. My finger tips searched for the most intimate part between his legs, the hypersensitive skin between his balls and anus. His moaning increased in intensity and I felt how he started to wrinkle with pleasure.

“Go on, daddy,” he panted, “this is sooooo good!”

It encouraged me. I spread his legs gently, stuck my head between them and shamelessly I started to lick that soft piece of skin in his crotch. Even there his skin was as smooth as a new- born baby. Not the smallest stubble, sticking in my tongue, could be found, nor was there any downy hair to be discerned. We enjoyed it both enormously, but one might wonder who enjoyed it the most.

Because I felt like being on cloud nine. Here I was, an old man of sixty, who was satisfying a young god of eighteen or somewhere around that age. And the young god made it pretty clear he loved every second of it, because the noise level he was producing became louder and louder.

I became what my still rational brain part felt as overly courageous but I did it anyway. My fingers made a small detour between his buttocks and when I stroked his still pink soft boy’s crevasse a loud moan escaped from his lips. He murmured something I couldn’t understand so I looked him questioningly in the eyes.

“Go on, daddy”, he whispered with great difficulty and closed eyes, “I want to feel you inside me!”

Now that was the kind of invitation I couldn’t ignore, especially not in my present aroused condition. I spread his legs even wider, lied between them, skin on skin, mouth on mouth and tongue near tongue. While I kissed him tenderly I went inside him, alternating the kisses with licking his neck.

It was not the first man I took but I didn’t anticipate the experience that awaited me here was bordering the unbelievable.

His intestines closed around my over-aroused cock like a tight velvet glove. I wanted to stay hours inside him, but it didn’t work out that way. The overly stimulated cockhead and lance weren’t given a microsecond of rest or relaxation because the soft and warm tissue of his inner parts stroked against them continuously. No matter what I tried to postpone the explosion in an effort to enjoy him longer, it failed: it took only a very short time span to cum deep inside him, crying out a loud roar.

During my state of ecstasy I didn’t notice that he had put his finger nails deep into my shoulders but now the euphoria slowly subsided I felt the sharp pain.

“Aaauww…”, I moaned softly, “That hurts”.

He giggled:

“Sorry, daddy, I did it without thinking. But it is so lovely to feel you deep inside me. Please, stay there for a while. It is such a delicious feeling to have you inside me”.

I did as he asked, thrusting a bit to make him happy but the inevitable moment came that the hard lively tree changed back into a limp and unsightly little twig. To slide out of him at the end as could be expected.

He embraced me, kissed me again and whispered barely audible:

“I want to stay with you and experience this time after time”.

Now I was sure I was hallucinating! Did I really hear this: did this beautiful god-like and playful young puppy wanted to stay with an old dog like me?

I answered his kiss and without thinking looked at the clock which was visible in the open cabin door. Tantalizingly slowly the great hand crawled the last minute to midnight and at last reached this moment. A new day had started.

It seemed to be a day of new hope and deep in my heart I concluded that it had been more than worth the price.

by Georgie d'Hainaut

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