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"I just don't fancy diving in there now, darling"
My heart sank, my face tinged with slight blushing embarrassment. I knew things moment had been coming, but still, it stung like hell. It was now out between us; Oisin, my partner of 25years -- since we first met at 18 in fact -- with whom I shared an occasional open but increasingly solid and devoted relationship -- just didn't find me attractive any more. And -painful though it is to admit it -- the feeling is now pretty mutual. Oisin isn't the boyish blonde jock I met and fell smitten with in '99. And I'm not the slim, pretty dark haired twink of that time either. We're just two middle aged guys with paunches, thinning hair, wrinkles and sagging butts. I had wanted to surprise Oisin with a flash of revival of the kind of enthusiastic, energetic, constantly horny love life we had back then, on this his 43rd birthday. I had been waiting naked, legs spread, arse out, leaning over the couch to greet him when he came in from work. I suppose I thought I might stir up some last embers of our once ferociously hot desire for each others' bodies. But...
He gently, playfully (almost pitifully) smacked my ass.
"its alright Ross, I still love you.. just..em.. let's have a drink!" he wandered over to the kitchen and grabbed the Smirnoff, pouring us both healthy measures and tipping them up with coke. I was despondently re-robing. My arse wasn't good enough for him anymore. And to be honest, now that I was looking, I didn't fancy his middle aged schlong up there either. I slumped down beside him on the couch. We embraced, kissed and snuggled up with our drinks. We still held each other with genuine affection. It's just we couldn't ... well, rather we just didn't want to.
"I know you wanted to please me, dude. Seriously. I still love you. And I know you love me. But we can have fun -- just like we used to -- without , well..
"Without offering each other our stale, clapped out old assholes?..."
"well yeah..."
We both laughed.
"you remember when we met first? I saw you -- you were still in school! You came over to my flat I. Your school uniform! I had just dropped out of first year at college. I was up in the city, not knowing what I was doing. Just hanging around. Then I saw you. You were just stunning; like an angel. Black hair, pale skin, with the cutest, firm little ass. I was smitten! You came over in your uniform. I thought I was living in a porn movie! You did a little strip-tease and I almost shot my load there and then. Just beautiful!'
"So were you, Oisin. I couldn't believe what was happening. I hadn't thought I'd ever have a shot at a tall, ripped jock like you. I hardly believed you were queer at all! It was a dream come true. We fucked like hares!"
I sighed as we were recounting our meeting all those years back. We gripped each others' crotches wistfully as we were chatting so. My eyes fell on the cover of a Bel Ami porn dvd in the corner.
"i have a surprise for you though, Ross"
"what?" I replied half-heartedly.
"Well, I know it's my birthday and I've bought myself -- bought us both -- a little treat. He's on his way around right now!"
"who.. what?"
"well, I booked a session with a hot young escort. He's 19 and totally fucking gorgeous. Just like you were when we met in fact"
"oh, for fucks sake!" I wailed "you fucking old perv!" I laughed excitedly. This was fucking great! We'd be shagging with each other rather than each other! We could have both. We loved each other and could get our rocks off with a hot young model just like back in the day. It was perfect!
He arrived.
He was absolutely stunning. He kinda combined the best of both of our young selves. He had my dark pale twinky prettiness and Oisin's jock bod (and monster dick). He brought a bag of gear with him; he had an American football outfit for himself (sweaty jockstrap included!) and some PVC sex gear for us (including a dog tail butt-plug for me).
Then we got down to it.
I was to be the sub and the cuck in this game it appeared. I was forced to watch, on all fours (that daft tail wagging from my rear!) as the young stud serviced my man's desires in ways I could not anymore.
"Yeh, just look you pathetic old fart. Look at this fit fucking ass! (He was in the middle of ramming Oisin's hole, the latter lying on the bed, so that the studs firm, yet quivering and irresistibly fresh young arse was in my full view) I bet you want this bad, don't you? You old bitches are all the same. Do anything just to get a whiff of a fit lad's arsehole. You can't get em like you did when you were younger. Have to fucking pay for it now, huh? You think any hot lad wants to see your pathetic equipment our your disgusting old fag body? You're just desperate aren't you.."
He grunted with every thrust he delivered to my man's hole and as he was dishing out this abuse to me. I was rock hard, weeping pre-cum at the spectacle. But I wasn't allowed touch myself. That had been an order. I could only crouch there looking up at the perfect and shivering arse-cheeks of this 19year old god, glistening with hot boy sweat as he ploughed Oisin like a champ.
Oisin was moaning like a whore all the while. He was brought to the edge of climax so skilfully, then dragged off the bed and thrown on the floor beside me. Me and Oisin both looked up at this Adonis towering above us, his sweating boy tool looming over our faces.
"You two old bitches can't get it off with each other anymore? So you need a fit lad to give you your kicks. Well, that's not surprising. Look at you! Two flabby balding old pervs sweating and begging a hot boy like me to give you a taste of his fresh meat. How much do you want this?"
He turned and squatted, parting his 19year old butt-cheeks presenting us with his hot boy-hole. I leaned forward with my tongue. He spun around and slapped me across the face. I moaned and rolled over.
"Hah! Who said you could touch dog!"
"please" wailed Oisin "please , let me.."
Crack. He delivered a slap to Oisin too
"Not until I see you give it to each other. I always find it amusing watching sick, sagging old pricks like you try getting it on. It's like a fucking cartoon, innit?!"
He stood watching and grinning as he forced me and Oisin to rim each others' tired middle aged holes, occasionally smacking our droopy arses as we did.
Then, finally he allowed us rim his jock pussy. After the unappetising taste of our own over-forty backsides, this hot, sticky, stinky lads arse was just sublime. We both came over it. Again and again, like we hadn't done in years. It was the best fucking fuck we'd had in over a decade!
But that night, as always, we fell asleep in each others' loving embrace.
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