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.
