Screw Too Old

They continued in silence for a while, as Phil grunted, groaned, and moaned to the deep-healing touch of Sergio's hands on his body. Sergio slowly worked his way down Phil's torso, taking and massaging each extremity, in turn, and then working the muscles in the small of Phil's back. Pushing the towel down onto Phil's calves and working his glutes. Massaging his butt cheeks and squeezing and separating them. Letting the edge of his hands rub across Phil's ass entrance. Listening for either a tightening and a voiced rejection or a sighing and spreading of Phil's legs by his own actions.

There was an initial tightening, but then, slowly, a relaxation, a sigh, and a low sob. Sergio could feel the tension going out of Phil's buttocks, and Phil parted his thighs. Sergio allowed the tips of his fingers to play along the opening in the crease between the butt cheeks. By the time the greased fingers had entered Phil's channel, Phil had turned his head and accepted Sergio's hard cock in his mouth, Sergio having somehow lost his sweatpants in the process and now being as naked as Phil was.

Sergio coaxed Phil to raise his pelvis a bit while Sergio's cock moved in and out of Phil's mouth. The younger Brazilian moved a hand between Phil's thighs and pulled the older man's cock and balls through and started to pull on and gently squeeze the balls while fisting and then stroking Phil's engorging cock with his hand.

Phil moaned and, letting Sergio's hard cock fall out of his mouth momentarily, whispered something that Sergio was assured was encouragement and an acceptance.

"I want to fuck you," Sergio murmured.

In answer, Phil took the cock back into his mouth.

There was no longer any question what Phil preferred in sex—that it had been a younger male lover who had taken good care of Phil's needs, but who had died before his time—whose death had convinced Phil that his own life was also over and had motivated him to move to a retirement community to slowly fade away.

Sergio was showing him that he wasn't really ready to fade away yet. That there were men—Sergio foremost among them—who could still find Phil desirable and who would like to give him what he needed.

Sergio climbed up on the table, straddling Phil's hips.

He covered Phil close for a moment, murmuring in his ear, "I'm going to fuck you now."

The only response he got from Phil was a low moan. But the older man cried out in surprise and wonder and ecstasy as Sergio's cock entered his channel. His head raised to where he could see the sun shimmering on the lake through the living room bay window, as Sergio began to stroke inside him. Without losing the rhythm of the stroke, Sergio leaned his torso over Phil's back, grabbed Phil's biceps to hold him down on the table, and began to stroke faster and deeper.

"Oh, god. Oh shit. I never thought . . . again . . . ever," Phil cried out.

Sergio lowered his lips to Phil's ear, kissed his earlobe, ran his tongue into the ear canal, and then whispered, "Never say you're too old. As long as you can take this, as long as you want it, never say you're too old to fuck. I want you, and I'll fuck you like this whenever you want me. Neither one of us is too old to take our pleasure with each other."

* * * *

"Look at him. Head held high, very nice chest stuck out, looking like he'd swallowed a canary."

Becky had spoken to her Three Bitches cohorts from their usual station, parked at the side of the swimming pool on lounge beds in bikinis that had been destined for much younger women. Karen and Annelise looked up to see that Phil was strutting past them, all smiles, on his way to meet Sergio at the tennis court. He was shirtless and looking mighty fine for a man even ten years younger than he was.

"Yes, I can tell someone got to him and made him happy to be here. Some woman has managed to get into his pants and bed."

Karen and Becky turned to Annelise, who was humming but who wasn't saying anything, just smiling a smug smile.

"You?" Karen accused. "For real?"

"We should have known," Becky chimed in.

Let them think what they want, Annelise mused. I haven't said yes. The evasion is worth them thinking I'm one up on them.

"That leaves Sergio," Becky said, with a sigh, turning her head to the tennis court, where the two men were chattering and laughing, as they moved to opposite sides of the court. "I wouldn't say he's second best."

"But I'd say he's well beyond the charms of any of us," Annelise said. "He looks like he's getting it too, but, from what I hear, it isn't from the likes of any of us. Pity. Such a waste of manflesh."

As the two men started to volley the tennis ball back and forth, Phil admired the physique of the man across from the net from him, his mind going to how his hands had moved over the hard muscles of the Brazilian's body the previous night as Sergio covered him closely and Phil opened his legs to the insistent cock. Who would have known Sergio, at his age, had the stamina to fuck him three times during the night? Phil smiled broadly, feeling twenty years younger, as he dove for a ball. He could have vouched for both Becky's belief that Sergio was "getting it" and Annelise's reply that it wasn't from the likes of the Three Bitches. He could also attest that Sergio wasn't a waste of manflesh. No, not at all.