This isn't a straight-up gay fuck story – it's the last of a four-part story of a gay pairing between two elderly gentlemen and this episode runs to 4 pages.
Don't expect wild excitement and rampant action so much as excited anticipation and newly discovered pleasures, but....this being part four, the action is going to pick up more or less where it left off, so you won't have to wait too long!
But, to get you in the mood, then I suggest that you read the first three stories, if you haven't already done so.
So please read and vote on this story with those considerations in mind.....
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"Do you know what Bill," I said, "If you'd have told me, those few weeks ago when we first met, that one day we'd be standing together in my shower, I'd never have believed it possible. And if you'd have then told me that we'd be standing in the shower because you'd just fucked me I probably would have thumped you!"
"Bit of a turn-around, isn't it?" said Bill, "And you've enjoyed it all, haven't you?"
"Damn right I have," I said, holding up my penis that was already trying to stiffen again, "Every moment!"
"Marvellous what a few herbs can do!" said Bill......
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After our rather energetic afternoon a nice peaceful dinner and some postprandial drinks rounded off the day nicely, Bill and I seated in my two deep armchairs, for once acting our age, without feeling it, however!
And eventually a decision had to be made; was Bill going to stay the night or not?
I'd been chewing the matter over for some time, wondering what the neighbours might think; whether or not it might spoil our very erotic relationship; even down to what on earth to give him for breakfast, but I hadn't arrived at any decision, until Bill spoke up.
"I guess I really ought to be going," he said as he stood up and stretched, "Wish I'd brought the car; it's going to be a long walk home in the dark...."
"Well, you could always....." I started, but Bill continued.
"Hmmm – actually after all those whiskeys there's no way I should drive anyway," he said, ignoring my opening gambit, "Oh well, I need to stretch my legs anyway. The walk will do me good...."
"Stay!" I blurted, my voice cracking, "Stay Bill, you can't go home – I'll miss you!"
Bill's eyes lit up and his face creased into a big smile.
"You mean that?" he said, "Honest?"
And you won't believe this but I actually ran to him and embraced him in both arms, Bill returning the hugs and I know I was nearly crying; perhaps he was too.
"Bloody hell," exclaimed Bill, "You have got it bad!"
We disengaged and both sat down again, our arms reluctant to part and me now speechless at my show of almost childish behaviour.
"Ok kind sir," said Bill brightly, lifting the mood, "I'll take you up on your offer, thank you. So, next question – where am I sleeping tonight?"
I took a deep breath to calm myself and so that I had time to make a sensible reply.
"Errrr, the spare bedroom is all yours if you like or would you rather share?" I said, ostentatiously not actually saying the word.
"Share as in sleep in the same bed with you?" asked Bill, a wicked look in his eye and a crooked smile hovering on his lips.
"Yeeeesss," I said decisive at last, "Yes – together, in the same bed, definitely!"
Already I could feel my penis stretching out as the very thought of lying there beside my sex partner was reaching parts that until recently had been of use only to me. But now that Bill and I had shared everything, sleeping together was really just an extension of our activities.
And I was looking forward to it immensely!
"You know what Chris," said Bill warmly, "I'd have slept in the spare room if you'd wanted me to but I'd much rather be in the same bed as you. I've a feeling that we'll both sleep better if we can say goodnight properly!"
I chuckled because I'd been thinking the same thing, before Bill spoke again.
"Hey – we ought to get to bed soonish – look at the damn time," he said.
I looked up at the clock and saw that it was already well gone eleven; well past my usual bedtime actually but not all that late I suppose, so I immediately guessed that Bill, like me, had ideas for a fairly lengthy goodnight!
"Good heavens, doesn't time fly," I said, "Amazing where time goes when you're enjoying yourself."
"Been lovely to have some good company," said Bill, making me glow with pleasure, "So what do we do next?"
"Well, we don't need a shower, do we," I asked, now eager to get into the bedroom, "quick wash and we'll be ok."
"Daren't get in the shower with you again!" laughed Bill as he stood up again, "Come on then; wash then bedroom; lead the way."
We both stripped down to our underpants and dumped our clothes in the bedroom, then walked into the bathroom. Bill immediately headed to the in-bathroom toilet where he pulled out his penis, pulled back his foreskin and started peeing steadily. I couldn't help but watch him piss, or perhaps it was just the sight of his penis that I was enjoying but as he peed I felt my own cock start to rise and I quickly averted my sight and concentrated on brushing my teeth instead. Bill might have managed to pee with his cock rising, but pissing with a hard-on is bloody awkward, not to mention hard work!
But soon our ablutions were complete and we both headed to my bedroom where we stood side by side at the end of the bed.
"Looks as if you sleep that side," said Bill, his hand holding his bulging cock and I nodded, "So I'll take this side then."
With that he pushed his underpants down and off and climbed onto the bed completely nude where he lay with the duvet pushed back; a picture of utterly desirable masculinity. Immediately my cock sprang to attention, forcing my underpants away from my body. Bill and I had been together naked on this bed before, but somehow seeing him there at this time of night and knowing that I'd soon be right next to him was different and just so erotic.
