Sixty-nine

"SIXTY-NINE" By Anonymous

Not what you think, not a sexual position for two consenting adults but what can happen when a sixty-nine old widower who answered a RSVP for a wedding. I answered to the affirmative against better judgment. After all I had been recluse these past three years since the death of my wife of thirty eight years. I felt obligated since the bride's parents were old friends of my wife and me.

The wedding was held in the garden of one of the local hotels with the reception in the grand ball room of said hotel. So, for the want of something to do, I attended. What a grand affair, it cost the bride's father more then a pretty penny. It cost bucks. He could well afford it, since he has the rep of being one of the most outstanding divorce attorneys in the state. He has his own firm with over eighty on his payroll. The ceremony in the garden was outstanding. The bride, the groom, the ushers and maids were all young men and women of class. It was all toped off with flowers and a string quartet.

After the, I dos, kissing and picture taking we, three hundred of us, adjourned to the third floor ball room. When I arrived at the ball room the receiving line was in place, a buffet table set that must have cost thousands and a band set up on a stage. I made my way from one end of the receiving line to the other. I was introduced to the groom's father and mother, congratulated the bride's parents, kidded the groom and kissed the bride.

I found a table, spotted the bar and the band started to play. One thing I can't stand is loud, bang, bang music. I had heard enough to know that I was too old for that type of party. Earlier I had spotted a quite bar on the first floor and made it my target for the remainder of the afternoon. I had my choice of stools at the bar and ordered my favorite sour mash on the rocks.

It was a habit of mine to keep an eye on the back bar mirror to watch my back while sipping my drink.. I couldn't help but notice this attractive young lady about the same age as my daughter. She was in a booth by herself and she looked in distress. I had noticed her earlier in the garden and again in the ball room.

I picked up my drink and approached her and asked if she was ill and needed help and that I had noticed her at the wedding. She shook her head no. I then asked if I could buy her a drink. Again she shook her head no. I asked if she was a friend of the bride or the groom at which she responded with a, "That slut stole my love." At that she really broke down and sobbed.

God, I'm a sucker for a crying woman. I handed her my handkerchief and ordered her a drink. A long, cold, sweet, lady highball. Between sniffing, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose she took a sip and thanked me. "Why don't we go to my home, I don't live too far from here. You can ride with me or if you're driving, you can follow me. It will get you away from here, give you a chance to freshen up and relax before you go home." There was silence for a while and then she nodded head and said "Ok".

It was still daylight, about six PM, she had her own car and had no trouble following me. When I opened the door she looked around and said," What a lovely home, do you live here alone? "Yes. I have been for the past three years

Being Sunday evening we were in time for Sixty Minutes. I told her that I usually spent this part of the evening with a drink watching Sixty Minutes and after that if there was any thing good I would watch that or go to bed and watch the TV there. I asked her if she wanted a drink and that I had just about anything there was in the line of refreshments. She wanted to know if had, port wine? Sure thing I told her, right from the old country. I mentioned that there was a bathroom down the hall and while I was fixing the drinks she was welcome to use the facilities and freshen up. I fixed the drinks, put hers on the table at one end of the sofa and mine on the table at the other end. I sat down, turned on the TV and was getting worried about her taking so long. At last she walked into the den carrying her shoes. She looked much shorter and a hell of a lot better with out all of that make up. The first words out of her mouth were, "I hope you don't mind, I took off my tight shoes and that damn hot and uncomfortable pair of panty hose.

She sat at the end of the sofa where her drink was and I was sitting at my end. We raised our glasses to a toast, each took a sip and started to pay attention to the TV. I became aware that at every sip she took she would slide a little closer to me. When her drink was about gone I became aware of her hand on my leg. I acted like nothing was unusual and before I knew it she had unzipped my trousers and was exploring for my shrunk up sixty-nine year old dick. The damn thing started to come alive. It was the first time in four years that I achieved a hard on other then a piss hard on. Before the end of Andy Rooney she had slid off the sofa and was on the floor between my knees. She had my belt undone, my fly spread open and my cock out of my boxer shorts and in her mouth doing what had never been done before. I had heard about oral sex and that it was the thing that the younger generation did. I had heard guys at work talk about getting a blow job and I had seen pictures of cocks being sucked. But never in my life had my cock been in anyone's mouth let alone being sucked.

I started to breath hard and my heart was pounding. I thought I was having a heart attach like the one five years before. And then it happened I started to cum. But she kept sucking. She sucked till the old dick was a limp, shriveled thing. It would be a shame to call it a penis. She became concerned, stood up and asked if I was alright. My reply was, "I need a drink after that." She wanted to know where I kept the drinks and when I told her she went to the kitchen and returned with whiskey on the rocks for me and the same for herself.

She sat next to me, and we sipped our drinks. She was worried that I had had a heart attach and I assured her that I had not that it was the first time anyone had sucked me off and almost five years since I've had an orgasm.

"Why did you do such a thing?"

"I wanted to pay you back. You saved my life, in another ten minutes I would have been dead. While she was talking I thought what the hell, and placed my hand on her thigh. She continued saying that she had planed to shoot herself in the garden during the ceremony, changed my mind and was going to do it at the reception. Didn't have the guts, went to the lounge and decided to do it in her car in the parking lot. You came along and treated me like a lady. As she talked my hand was moving toward that target most men seek. She had such smooth skin. JESUS CHRIST ! BALLS !YOU'RE A HE ! I withdrew my hand like I had stuck it in a pot of molten lead. With that she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you. I'll leave." And she started to cry.

"There is no need to cry, you've done nothing wrong. It was just a shock on my part. I expected to find a warm pussy and what did I find? A man's cock and balls. The last time I felt a prick other then my own was my son's when he was six. I showed him how to skin it back and wash it when ever he took a bath. That was over thirty years ago. If you leave, where will you go? Did you get a room at the hotel?"

"No. Like I told you I was going to do myself in and let the county put me up at the morgue. I don't know where I will go. It's too far to drive home, to Las Vegas."

"If you don't mind, why, don't you spend the night here, I have two extra bedrooms and I promise I won't try to seduce you." "As soon as I finish my drink I'll make a pit stop and then go to bed. It's been a long day. You can stay up, watch the tube and do what ever you wish. The house is yours."

"If I may, I'd like to take a shower, go to bed and see if I could sort things out.

"On second thought, I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast and there are all kinds of cold cuts, cheese, and beer in the fridge. And I have a loaf of San Francisco sour dough bread. You didn't have anything at the hotel and I would like you to join me."

With that we turned the kitchen into a Dutch Lunch Deli.

"We've been together several hours, had an erotic interlude and I don't even know your name."

"My mother named me Carl Vanhorn. In Las Vegas I'm known as Vanity Van. I'm a performer at one of the hottest shows in Vegas. I'm a female impersonator. I'm also gay which I am sure you have discovered."

"How did this all come about? You are the first gay person that, to my knowledge, I have ever talked to. Have you always been gay?"

"God I think it started when I was born. I was born in Albuquerque. My mother was half Indian and half Mexican and my father was half Indian and half German. I get my blue eyes from my father so my mother told me. I never saw my father and have heard several stories about him. I heard he died in prison, he was killed in an auto accident and I heard he was killed while in the Army. I was raised by my mother and her mother. My mother was a prostitute and my grandmother was a midwife and did abortions on the side. Her skills were well known in the Mexican community. "

"Growing up in a whore house was quite an education. I ran around naked till I started school. I remember my first day in school, in the first grade. I was six and at ten o'clock the teacher announced recess. While the class left the room I stood at my desk and removed all of my cloths thinking that recess meant `Get undressed.' The teacher was shocked, the kids laughed and I got my ass slapped."

"My mother ran a one woman shop. She was the madam, the pimp, and the whore. I think everyone in town knew of her business. Her regulars were the mayor, chief of police, many members of the city council, and visiting dignitaries, even members of the school board, the high school football coach and our priest. I had the run of the house and by the time I was six I had seen just about every sex act there was between man and women. I was ten when I helped grandma with an abortion and after that first one it became one of my regular chores around the whore house."

"When did you learn you were gay and when did you, you know, do that homo thing you did to me?"

"It was my first year in high school. I was always small for my age and not big enough to play football so I got the job of water boy. I was the joke of the team. The older kids would tease me and make fun of me when we took showers. They would call me Little Peter or Tiny Dick. One afternoon I was the last one in the locker room, I thought, getting dressed, when one of the team came out of the shower room, stood in front of me with a hard on and said `Here's your lunch, suck it.' It seemed so natural I just took it in my mouth and sucked away. Before the school year was over I had sucked off every one on the Albuquerque high school football team. I would get so excited sucking a cock that I would have an orgasm without ever touching myself. By the time of my senor year I was known as the Cock Sucker of Albuquerque High."

It was during my senor year when my grandmother died. I did several abortions after that. The last one I did was for a young Mexican girl, a freshman, who I knew and she was brought to the house by the priest. He was the same priest that would come to see my mother after the Saturday midnight mass. She never charged him considering .it her contribution to the church."

"When did you go to Las Vegas?"

"When I graduated from high I told my mother I'd like to become a male nurse. She suggested the university in Las Vegas and agreed to help finance my future education. So, as soon as I could I took the buss to Vegas and with the desire to start a new life. I found a room to rent from a nice old lady not far from the campus and a night job in a local twenty four hour diner.

"Van, you don't care if I call you Van, do you? Any way it's my bed time. Come with me and I'll show you the layout of the house. You've already seen this bath room, here are the two extra bed rooms, this is my room and that's the adjoining bath room. In there is the only shower in the house, you can pick where you want to sleep, you know where to take your shower and if you want more to eat or drink you know how to find the kitchen."

"I think I'll take a shower and then if it's alright with you I would like to sleep with you."

"I don't care if you sleep with me but I want to let you know that I sleep in the nude and I'll expect you to stay on your side of the bed and no horsing around."

Van went into the bathroom, closed the door and I undressed and crawled into bed. I turned on the TV for the eight o'clock news and had just gotten comfortable when Van stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his middle. He had his back to me when he dropped the towel. God what a body. From the back he looked like a young girl. I asked him to turn around slow so I could get a good look. Van was the most outstanding young man I had ever seen. He had an even dark tan from head to foot, not a blemish. Another thing I noticed was that he didn't have a hair one on his body. He was even absent of pubic hair which made his genital area look strange. He looked like an eleven year old boy with an eighteen year old cock and balls.

"Van, get in bed, we have a lot to talk about. I want to know more about you. What happened to all of your body hair?"

"Being half Indian, I never did have much hair. When I went into show business it was mandatory that I shave my legs and arms and any hair that would show beyond the edges of the G string. Shaving can take a lot of time and so I had it all removed. I have spent a small fortune on my body. It cost me almost three thousand dollars to have my hair and whiskers removed with laser. Once a week, after the last Saturday night show, which is at 2:30 Sunday morning, I go to my body man for a going over."

"After a shower to remove all of the makeup it's a time in the steam room and then an, oil rub down. If Sam finds a hair any place he plucks it out. By the time Sam is finished with my body search I'm in need of a cold shower. God, it's so sexy the way he does it. I mean the way he oil rubs. I pay Sam two hundred dollars a week to take care of my body."

"How did you get from student, night time waiter, to actor?"

"I wasn't a student too long, I didn't even complete the first semester. There was this really sophisticated looking lady that would come into diner for a cup of coffee and apple pie two and three times a week and always after 2:00 AM. The first time I waited on her she called me "good looking' and left a big tip. The second time she came in I met her at the door, escorted her to a table and took her order which again was coffee and pie. She made a remark about my blue eyes and left me a twenty dollar tip. The third time I waited on her she wanted to know if I could sit and talk with her. The diner not being busy and after serving her coffee and pie I sat and she talked. She asked if I had ever thought about being an actor. I told her no and mentioned that I was planning on being a nurse. She asked me if I could sing or dance and I told her no to the dancing but mentioned that I sang in the high school glee club. And then she said,' Honey, I could make a star out of you. You have the shape and eyes of a stage queen. Here is my card, come a see me Saturday but not before 1:00 PM.' Again she left me a twenty dollar tip."

"Saturday, shortly after 1:00 I phoned the lady and she said 'You want to be an actor?' As soon as I hung up the phone I called a taxi and was on my way. She lived on the other side of town in large condo. She met me at the door and sure didn't look like she did at the diner. She had on a robe but not her wig or make up. Come in honey and have a cup.' She said. We sat in the kitchen drank coffee and talked. I found out she was a talent scout and an agent. She managed over half of the chorus boys and girls in Vegas. She took me into her den and told me to strip, she wanted to see if I had the build for the chorus line. I striped to my shorts and she said, Take it all off.' When I hesitated she said, "Don't be bashful, boys will be boys.' And then she opened her robe and I was as shocked as you were. She was equipped with a cock and balls. She was the drag queen of Las Vegas. When I was naked she had me walk around the room and then she had me stand on a stool. On the stool she had me turn around and then she, he, put his hand on me for the first time. He felt me allover and then said he just loved my dick, it was so natural, uncut, just like God made it. He again said, `Oh God', bent over and took me in his mouth. Here I was eighteen, almost nineteen, had sucked a hundred cocks or more and it was the first time anyone had sucked me.".

"Hell, you're getting me all excited. Then what happened."

"After he had sucked me dry, and I do mean dry he took me into the bedroom and had me try on a pair of thongs. With his hand he pushed my cock and balls down and between my legs. God I looked sexy. She asked me how much I made at the diner and I told him fifty dollars a week and tips plus a meal at break time. He said that he could give me a hundred a week, room and board and clothes and teach me how to work the stage. I put my clothes on and watched him put on makeup, a wig, and get dressed and before my eyes become that sophisticated lady I `knew. We got in his car drove to my room, picked up my few things and then to the diner to pick up my pay and tell the boss I quit. When we returned to Lady's condo, that's what he wanted to be called. Lady had me strip to the thong and gave me my first lesson in walking, one foot in front of the other. After a couple of hours of walking it was a shower, getting dressed and driving to the club on the strip. She took me back stage and introduced me to the cast. They were all female impersonators. They were busy getting ready for the first show. Just before the show started Lady took me out front to a box seat and there I sat watching the show. Being it was Saturday night, the audience of the midnight show was almost all gay. I was soon to find out why. As a finale the whole cast is on stage in just their thongs taking bows and for a split second before the curtain drops the thongs are removed and the entire cast is bare ass naked."

"For two weeks, Lady, during the day, taught me to walk with high heels, put on make up, do my nails and hair and swish like a lady. Every night we would attend the show so that I could witness the performers. On the third week I made my first appearance as a female impersonator. All I did was walk across the stage, in between acts, dressed in a short cocktail dress and flash the audience."

"That was ten years ago. Lady is dead, I am my own agent and agent for others, I demand and get five thousand a week, tax free. I am also a talent scout but I don't train and teach like Lady did. Most of my income is invested in tax free bonds and real estate. I own a house, four rentals and a small strip mall, money in the bank and over a two million in bonds. Not bad for an Indian with blue eyes."

All the time she, damn he was talking he was playing with the hair on my chest and belly. Same thing my wife would do when we were in bed. I became aware of his crotch pressing against my hip and it felt kind of sexy. I must have drifted off to sleep and awoke about 1:30 having to pee. Back in bed I noticed Van was laying on his back and as soon as I got in bed and covered he wanted to know if I was alright. I assured him I just had to pee which was a normal thing. I turned on to my side and Van snuggled up to me, cupped his hand over my cock and balls and said, "God this is cozy." Sometime during the night we swapped places and I ended up with my crotch up against his butt and for some unknown reason I cupped his cock and balls with my hand. Van sort of rolled over on his back which gave me better access to his dick. I had never in my life felt an adult's penis or had the urge to do so. With my thumb and forefinger I slid his foreskin back and forth, the results of which became an erected six inch hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and jacked it off like it was my own dick. I knew how. I had masturbated many times in the past sixty nine years. Van's balls began to pull up and his cock began to pulse and I knew he was ready to cum. He then said, "Better stop or I'll make a mess." I told him not to worry that I had never jacked anyone off before and if we made a mess we made a mess. No sooner said then he cum all over my hand but I kept on jacking to the last squirt.

"Oh God, that was unsuspected. Thanks, I owe you one." He rolled on his side, threw his leg up over my body, kissed my cheek and said, "Night."

Before I knew it, it was 6:30, I had the urge to piss and have my morning dump. After untangling myself I did what I normally do the first thing in the morning. I pissed, had a dump and was standing at the sink brushing my teeth when Van came in saying he had to pee. "Be my guest" I said "I'm just about to take my shower."

"May I join you? I owe you, you know."

Van followed me into the shower and immediately started to soap me down. He seemed to be spending a lot of time around my cock and balls. I told him it would take a lot of work on his part before the damn thing got hard. It had already been hard for the week and probably wouldn't be able to cum for a month. Van got down on his knees and sucked for awhile and finally gave up. "Van, it takes a lot to get an old horse up on his feet."

I told Van that I seldom got dressed before noon and if the weather was warm I would have my breakfast out by the pool. And that's what we did..

It was pleasant sitting in the patio naked with our OJ, coffee, toast, and someone to talk too. I didn't realize till then how lonely I had been. I asked Van what his plans were. Was he going back to Las Vegas, if so when?

"Yes I'm going back and I don't have to be there till the 8:00 PM show tomorrow. You see, when we drop the curtain on the last show Saturday night, about 2:00 AM Sunday morning we don't open again till Tuesday evening.

"I haven't been to Vegas in about eight years, do you mind if I ride up there with you, I can fly back late plane Tuesday?"

"I would love to have you ride with me but I don't want you to leave as soon as we get there. I would like to have you see the show and I would like to drive you around town. You can stay a couple of days, can't you?"

"Yes, I could stay away from here till Wednesday. That's when the house cleaners show. Why don't we leave tomorrow morning, kind of early, it's about a four hour drive and then I can fly home Wednesday morning. We can have all day today to lay around doing nothing."

"I would like to do some shopping, the only clothes I have is the party dress that I wore at the wedding. I wasn't planning on staying, I was going to do myself in you know."

"I have some extra large T-shirts and I am sure they are long enough to cover your butt. You haven't had implants have you? You're kind of chesty."

"No I work out with weights and it beefs up my chest muscles. With the proper make up and lights it looks like I have tits."

"Is your mother still living in Albuquerque or have you moved her to Vegas?"

"My mother died three years ago, she had just turned forty. She had me when she was fifteen and the only way for the three of us, my grandmother and I, to survive was for her to be a whore. Just think fucking for a living at fifteen. I don't know how many times she had an abortion. My grandmother did every one of them. Whenever my mother would miss a period by a month, grandmother would go to work with her knitting needles, tools of her trade. The only time I took off from the show and that was for a week, was for her funeral. Mother died from cancer. After the funeral expenses and after selling the house, her estate was over eight hundred thousand dollars. God it's getting hot, I think I'll jump in the pool."

"Hell, I'll join you and take my laps."

We swam around for a while, I got pooped and was the first one out of the pool. I was standing in the sun drying off when Van got out. He stood there in the sun light and I couldn't help but marvel what a good looking person he was. He was just plane beautiful. His picture should be in books. I sat at the table and poured myself another cup and Van said, "Do you spend your days naked like this?"

"Not on Wednesdays and Fridays, that's the days when the house cleaners show. They are a young couple, he is handy as hell and she is a good cook, She always prepares something for my evening meal. Today I think I will go to the market and get us something for supper. What would you like?"

"Not much, as you can see I'm watching my weight."

"Well then, how about a large salad, a drink or two and we can do it all in the nude."

"Sounds good to me especially the nude part."

"You like looking at this wrinkled up old body of mine?"

"I enjoy looking at you, I enjoy the freedom of being naked and I would give anything if you were my father.."

"Father, if I was your father what you did yesterday afternoon would be incest."

"Call it what you like, for me there is nothing better then sucking cock. Someday I may write a book on the cock and sucking same. When I think about it I get all horny. My saliva glands start to work, my jaws begin the quiver and I get one hell of a hard on. No matter what you've heard, God knew what he was doing when he made man. Ninety nine out of a hundred men, their erect penis is five and a half to six inches long. The mouth can only take a six inch cock with out chocking. Don't believe what you hear about deep throating And another thing any more dick then six inches is wasted when fucking, the cervix is only in there six inches or less in the average woman. That's why brutes with long dicks like to butt fuck. The colon is long enough to take two foot of cock. The biggest cock I have ever seen was a kid in high school. He wasn't a kid he was big. He was retarded. When I was a freshman he was a sophomore and had been for five years. Everyone in town knew Ben he would jack off for a quarter. His cock was not only long it was big around. I tried to suck him once and couldn't open my mouth enough to do the job."

"We should get dressed and get our shopping done with. I'll get you that T-shirt and we can see what it looks like," Van put the T-shirt on over his naked body, it came just a little below the cheeks of his ass. He sure looked cute. Prettier then a sixteen year old girl. To keep from flashing he got his thong out of his hand bag and put it on. I asked about that string running up the crack of his ass and he said you get use to it. So we went to the market and everyone stared at Van. It was plane to see that there wasn't much on under the T-shirt. We made it home without Van getting raped.

We no sooner got the groceries in the house and put away when Van yanked off the T=shirt, stepped out of the thong and was in the pool. "I know that today is my last day here and it's a shame to let the pool go to waste." I undressed and joined him. We spent several hours in and around the pool talking. I never realized till then how much I missed having someone around to talk to,

"Do you feel like talking about Paul your former lover?"

"No. Now that I think about it, the son of a bitch was such a jerk. Maybe he was a prick, but a prick is part of a man and he sure wasn't a man. After I had been a chorus girl for a month my picture was in the program and I was to go with the cast to the lounge between shows and sign pictures. After the last show we not only signed pictures but were free to date. We would dress in our sexiest outfit that showed a lot of skin. We were approached by all kinds. So many different people want to make love to a male dressed like a female. That was when I began to make a study of the penis and enjoy it every chance I had The Japs have the shortest dicks and the blackest, straightest pubic hair. The average size of a Jap's dick is four to five inches long and an inch in diameter. They are horny as hell, have big balls and what to be sucked off at least three times in an hour. They always left a big tip, never less then a couple thousand. There was a Jap business man who came to Vegas twice a year and he would single me out after the last show. The first time he picked me he took me by the hand and said, "Come." As soon as we got into the elevator heading for the penthouse he unbuttoned his fly and showed me he had a hard on. As soon as we got into his room he took off his pants and shorts and said, "Suck.' I did and when he had cum I quit sucking and he indicated that he wanted more so I continued and he came two more times. After the last time he gave me three one thousand dollar bills and told me to go. .This went on for four years. The last time I learned that his wife was always in the adjoining room. The Arabs are just damn mean. They have the longest dicks. Longer then most and they make sure you know it. This Arab prince was a regular. I went with him only once. He had the whole top floor at another hotel. We drove to it in a chauffeur driven limo. He brought with him from Saudi four wives, his harem of ten, two eunuchs and two young boys. I don't know why he needed me? He took his time undressing me, was pleased that I didn't have any hair and then he undressed and made a point of showing me that he had an extra long penis. There was no doubt that he wanted me to suck it. He tried to ram it down my throat and out the back of my head. I just couldn't take it, he called for the two eunuchs they held me while he took my anal cherry. After he had finished, in very good English, he said, "Damn, I didn't think you would be a virgin, you were so tight and hot." He gave me five thousand and a string of pearls. I bled from the ass for several days and was sore for a week. That was my first, only and last Arab. Greek men are great lovers, they like to suck as well as getting sucked and the Danes are wonderful too. The Danish men are so white and have such blue eyes. I think it's a toss up as to who invented the 69. I never met a Scandinavian who was cut. Their dicks are so white and clean looking and what hair they have is so blond. The French are so arrogant and the Germans can be just plain mean and stingy.

I had been doing the lounge about four years when in walked Paul. He had all the looks of a Scandinavian Viking, blue eyes and blond hair. We talked for a while and he told me how much he enjoyed the show and how surprised he was to find out that I was really a male. He told me he was a student working his way through collage and didn't have much money to spend on shows. That was the first show he had seen since school started. When he told me where he was living I was taken back. He was renting my old room and working in a gas station. I told him that I knew just how hard it was to go to school and work too. I mentioned that he was renting my old room. Before the sun came up I offered him my spare bedroom and board so that he could attend school full time. Once at my place I couldn't help my self. As soon as we got inside I put my arm around him and we kissed. I was falling in love. In a flash I was striped naked. It didn't take long, pull off my dress, step out of my undies and I'm naked. With Paul it took a little longer. He stood there in just his jockey shorts hesitant about removing them like he was ashamed of what he had. I pulled them down for him and he had the must beautiful cock. It was snow white but had been cut. I cupped his equipment and we kissed. Paul had an educated tongue. We tongue wrestled for several minutes and all the time he was fondling me. I got so hot I couldn't stand it anymore and I went right down and sucked him off. As soon as he had cum I stood up and we started to kiss again. We got on the bed, he got on top and started to dry hump me, pounding our cocks together. I got a raging hard on, Paul rolled off of me and jacked me off till I had cum all over the two of us.

That first time in bed we stayed till two the next afternoon dozing off and playing with each other. We picked up Paul's things at his rented room and checked out of the gas station. Paul lived with me for three years. It cost him not one dime, I paid for everything. All he had to do was go to school and sleep with me. He tried several times to have anal sex with me but I refused. After a Christmas party at the casino, we both came home feeling no pain. I undressed Paul, put him in bed and then got in bed with him only we ended up head to foot, you know, the old 69. Well, Paul sucked me off for the first time. He didn't like it and never tried again. He was in bed when I came home from work but I would be there waiting for him when he came home for lunch. He had a thing about getting his cock sucked. As soon as he got in the house he wanted to be sucked off and then kiss me with my mouth tasting of his cum. While we were kissing he would jack me off.

This went on for three years and he graduated top of his class. He was hired right out of school by a law firm and one day he came home from work and told me that he was getting his own apartment. In the company's eyes it didn't look good for one of their new employee to be living with a gay person. At first he would call me every day and then once a week and then nothing. I hadn't heard from him in over a week so I called his office and was told that he had been transferred to their office on the coast. Four month ago I received the invitation to his wedding, this really shook me up. The short time I've been with you I can see that for three years he used me and used me good."

"I don't know what I did to convince you that he took advantage of you but it's time for me to take another dip in the pool and then fix us something to eat. The sun is going down and it's time for me to put some cloths on."

We took a few laps and a shower to get rid of the chlorine. I put on a pair of shorts and Van asked if he could wear my T-shirt, "Sure why the hell not. It's yours if you want it and there are several more in the dresser if you want them."

He looked so damn cute with just the T-shirt on. Several times when passing I would pat his ass and he would turn and flash me. After supper it was on the sofa watching TV. We weren't paying a hell of lot attention to the tube most of our time was spent talking. I was enjoying every bit of the talk. I didn't realize how lonesome I had been.

"I feel so safe and secure here with you," Said Van, as he scooted up close to me and thru his leg over mine. He was playing with the hair on my belly and said, "God. I missed so much not having a father.

"I don't think you've missed so much. You are worth several million, have an agency business, a big paying job, your twenty eight and have sucked more cock then I've seen which you said you enjoy,"

"Yes, but I'm not happy. I am sure you've had a full sex life, successful, a family and I'm sure you are not hurting for money. When did you loose your virginity and have you had more then one partner?"

"It was so long ago. The war was on and as soon as I graduated from high school, age eighteen, I enlisted. I was busy for twelve week becoming a Marine. After the training it was on a boat to New Zealand. I was teased by the older guys about being a cherry, a virgin and only fucking old lady Thumb and her four daughters. On my nineteenth birthday I was taken to an Auckland whore house and fucked by a professional. It was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced. We left New Zealand four weeks after my deflowering, but I went to town every chance I had. I couldn't get enough pussy. It was so much better then jacking off. And then it was to the islands and I didn't see a fuckable pussy for two years. There was so much going on I kind of got out of the habit. Then the war was over, I came home and went back to school on the G.I. bill. Here I was in college, a war veteran among eighteen and nineteen year old girls who wanted to make an old vet happy. I don't know how I ever graduated, girls to screw every night, sometimes two. But I did graduate with a degree in architecture and a job with a firm in Los Angeles.

A girl in the engineering shop was a cute thing. I inquired about her and got all kind of answers. Some said she was a tease, some a lesbian and some frigid. I noticed that she didn't mix much and usually went to lunch by her self. I asked her if she would like to go to lunch and she accepted. I did this three day in a row and she accepted each time. On a Friday I ask her out to dinner and a show afterwards. She accepted. I picked her up at her home and before we left I had met her mother, father and teen age brother. I had a plan that worked in the past. If you can get your hand on a girl's breast it's only a matter of time when you have a hand in her pants. Once there it's a finger on the clit and then dick in pussy. We had dinner and then the show. At the show it was my arm around her shoulder and before my hand had a chance to reach her tit she removed my arm and placed it in my lap. After the show I took her home and walked her to the door, she thanked me, said good night and that was it.

Monday at work it was another lunch date and I was able to make a date for Saturday evening. It was a fancy dinner club with a band, dance floor and lots of atmosphere. She surprised me by taking my hand as we walked from the parking lot to the restaurant. Between courses we danced and she admitted that she hadn't been to many dances. She wasn't a drinker and when we had finished I suggested that since it was the Christmas season we should drive up to the look out and see the city lights. It was getting cold up at the look out and I put my coat around her shoulders and she snuggled up to me for the first time. I just held her and after an hour I drove her home. At the door she stood on her tip toes and kissed me for the first time. I kissed her back with an open mouth kiss and it lasted for several moments. We pulled apart and she said, "Oh God, when will I see you again?" "Tomorrow, I said, I'll pick you up about noon and we'll make a day of it." She said, "Good night." And we kissed again.

I picked her up and we were able to leave after I had a few words with her father and mother. Not having any place in particular to see we just drove up the coast. We found a place to park and took a walk up the beach. It was cold and over cast so it was back to the car. Listening to the radio she got close to me and mentioned that she was cold. I put my arm around her and she turned, was partially on her back looking up at me. We kissed and she asked if we could kiss like we did last night. We did and I even got in a bit of tongue work. Before, I knew it we were sucking tongues and swapping spit. When we came up for air she mentioned that she had never been kissed like that in fact she hadn't done much kissing. She confessed that her first date was when a junior in high school, the junior senior prom. Her date never even tried to kiss her good night. Her next date was for the prom when a senior, Her date tried to undress her and she was sure he had rape on his mind. She slapped him and walked to the nearest pay phone and called her father. We kissed some more and I managed to get my hand under her blouse, push her bra up and my hand on her breast. We continued to kiss and I continued to fondle her breast. It wasn't long before she started to breath hard, quit kissing and said we better stop what we were doing and go home.

On the way to her home she sat real close to me and said that she had never felt like that before and that no one had ever touched her like I had. It was early when we got to her place, I was invited in and spent several hours talking with her father and mother. Before the evening was over I had promised to comeback the next Sunday and go to church with the family. That week we had lunch together every day. All she could talk about was the drive we took and could we do it again.

Every Sunday, after church we would take a drive and always end up at some secluded spot and pet. This went on for several months. Then one Sunday she changed clothes after church and as soon as we parked at our usual spot she spun around and was laying in my lap as usual. We started to kiss and when I pushed my hand under her blouse I discovered that she was without a bra. As soon as I made my discovery she said "Surprise". I wasted no time, I unbuttoned her blouse and starting kissing her breast. This really turned her on. While she was breathing hard and saying, "Oh my God", I ran my hand up under her skirt, pulled her panties to one side and laid my forefinger on her clit. That touched off a, "Oh God. No, you must stop, oh God". I did and she let me know that no one had ever touched her there and that it took her breath away. She wondered if that was what sex felt like. I told her that what we were doing was having sex, just the foreplay part.

"When you touched me down there if felt like I had been electrocuted."

"Now that the foreplay is over maybe we should go the rest of the way."

"No way ! I'm not letting anyone do it to me till I'm married. I'll stay a virgin till then."

"Then let's get married."

"You want to marry me just so you can do it to me"?

"No, I `m in love with you, will you marry me." "Yes."

To make a long story short, I drove her home, asked her father if I could marry his only daughter, bought a ring set the next day, placed the engagement ring on her finger and we set the date. I asked for a week off and was granted the time. Two month from that day we had a small wedding. After the ceremony we drove north to Santa Barbara and checked into the hotel. Once in the room we kissed and she said, "I've waited twenty one years for this day." She opened one of the small suit cases and removed a black, lacy night gown and went into the bath room to change. She came out and damn she looked hot. The gown was almost transparent, I could see her nipples and pubic hair. She wasted no time, got into bed and then said, "Please join me." As I was removing my clothes she turned her head and closed her eyes. I jumped in bed and she discovered I was naked. She said, "Don't you wear pajamas? I told her that I had been sleeping naked since I was ten. Very gently she ran her hand down my belly and on to my dick. She pulled her hand back, giggled and mentioned that it felt funny. I now had a chance to feel all of her. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close to me and kissed her. She squirmed around and pulled her nighty up so that I could get at her breast. Finally she got it up far enough so that I could fondle and kiss them. I thought I was doing a good job when she set up, pulled the gown up over her head, through it on the floor and said, "I'll never wear that damn thing again." We slept naked the rest of our married life.

Once she was naked, she threw her arms around me and we were two naked bodies belly to belly. We kissed, I sucked on her breast, fingered her tender spot and irritated her clit. While I was busy my bride was getting acquainted with my sex equipment. It wasn't long before she said," Enough of this fore play lets do it." She rolled over on her back, spread her legs and I tried to enter her. It seemed like several minutes, I was just about ready to cum when in desperation my wife's natural instinct took over. She took a hold of old dick and placed it in the proper spot. It was a tight entrance. She was uncomfortable at first and then I broke through and was all the way in. I had just started to slide in and out and she had an orgasm which slowed me down. When she got her breath I started to move in and out again and was just about to cum when she had another orgasm. We came together. I rolled over on my back with her on top with old Dick still in place. We kind of fell asleep in that position and after a while she started to stir and we were at it again. This time it lasted longer and after her third orgasm I came.

We never left the room for three days. We survived on room service sandwiches. When they were delivered, Millie would hide in the bath room. I would wrap a towel around my waist and answer the door. Wednesday morning I felt like I needed more sleep but my wife played with my dick and It soon arose to the occasion. When we had finished and she had had her three orgasms I mentioned that I was pussy whipped. I had to explain to her what I meant and she said that she was kind of tired too. We decided to pack up (We hadn't even un-packed) and sneak back into town to my apartment and spend the remainder of our week there.

We lived in my apartment less then a year. We bought our first home on the GI bill. This is our third, last and final home.

For the first couple of years we managed to have sex at lease twice a day except when she was having her period or one of us was down with the flu. We never used any kind of contraceptive and she never got pregnant till in our third year of marriage. Our first was a boy and two years after him came a girl. Two years after the girl it was a miscarriage and female problems, a hysterectomy. She was assured by the doctor that the operation wouldn't effect our sex life and it didn't. We were still having our sex twice a day and sleeping in the nude.

Sleeping in the nude did cause some embarrassing moments. One Saturday morning we slept in and our four year old son got in bed with us. He wiggled in between us and felt around and then said, "You guys are naked." He got out of the bed, took off his sleepers and got back in and said, "Me too." That went on for a year. Every Saturday he would come into our room naked and get in bed with us. Then his sister became three and wanted to do what brother did and it wasn't long before we had two naked kids in bed with us. We had to put a stop to it when Bobby was nine. One morning he got out from under the covers and stood up in the middle of the bed with his erection pointing at us. He skinned it back and said, "Ain't it a beauty'." I found out that he had learned that from one of the kids at school.

We had been married just forty years, she sixty and I sixty-five when she woke up one morning not feeling good. She had taken on a yellow color. I made a joke and told her she looked like she had yellow jaundice. I ended up taking her to the emergency hospital. Called our family doctor who ordered a lot of test and before the day was over he gave me the bad news. My Millie was diagnosed as having cancer of the pancreas with maybe six month to live, I notified the kids, my daughter was living with her husband and two children on the east coast and our son, newly married, in Germany. Needles to say our sex life was put on hold. Millie spent the last two week of her life in the hospital. I spent every day with her holding hands. Her last day, heavily sedated, she took my hand and said, "Take this damn gown off of me I want to die naked." Once I had it removed she said, "Thanks honey." And those were her last words. Only the undertaker and I knew she was buried naked. And, I've been living in this house and sleeping alone till you showed up.

I had talked long enough and it was time for bed if we were to get an early start for Vegas. I told Van I was going to bed and if he wanted to stay up it was ok with me. He just smiled and followed me to the bed room. By the time I had finished my pre bed duties Van was in bed. As soon as I got in he snuggled up to me and laid his leg on me with his crotch tight against my hip. I have to admit that his naked body, cock and balls felt sexy as hell. I just laid there enjoying the treatment I was getting. Van, with his hand started at my chest and gently worked his way down to my balls. He was an artist when it came to playing with my dick. He had a way with milking it and sliding the foreskin back and forth. The first words I said after getting in bed was, "Damn Van, you're going to make that damn thing hard. It will be twice in two days." With out a word Van scooted around and started sucking my cock like he had done the day before. And I was enjoying it. It wasn't long before I got that old feeling. I could feel my balls churn, I started to breath hard and I thought I was having another heart attach. After I had cum Van kept on sucking, sucking till my dick was at its old soft state. When Van could get no more out of my limp dick he crawled up and put his arm on my chest and gave me a hug. As soon as my breathing got to normal Van asked if I was alright. I told him that it was the dandiest orgasm I had ever had and that I didn't recommend it for anyone with a bad heart. He then told me that I wasn't the only one who had an orgasm that he had cum when I did. I rolled over on my side, he got real close with his cock and balls pressed tight against my butt and his hand on my cock and balls. I fell asleep and awoke in the morning in the same position, except Van had a hard on. I rolled over on my back and couldn't help myself, I started to play with his smooth, hairless dick. This woke him up and I continued to jack him off. He warned me that he was ready to cum but I didn't pay any attention to him and kept jacking till he came. When he did I said, "Now we're even."

We didn't waist any time, out of bed, showered, I put on pants, shirt, hard shoes and Van put on my T-shirt over his naked body. I put a few things in a bag and Van thru his party dress and what he wore at the wedding in his Porsche and we were on our way to Vegas. He had me worried all the way. He drove fast and I was concerned that should we get stopped for speeding how, would we explain to John Law why he was driving damn near naked. We stopped at the state line for breakfast and Van got out of the car just like he was fully clothed. If anyone had been looking when he swung his legs around to get out of the car they would have had a good view of his hairless cock and balls. It didn't bother him and just inside the door of the casino a dealer yelled, "Hi Van, how's it hangin', I'll be there for the Friday night show." I asked Van if he was a friend and the answer I got was that he came to town once a month to see the show and that he was in love with one of the show boys. We had our breakfast and was in Vegas by ten AM.

Van drove right up to his house which was a Spanish Ranch type with desert landscaping.. With a push of a button the garage door opened and there was plenty of room for that sports car in a three car garage. We entered the house from the garage and the first thing Van did was to turn on the AC. The next thing was to take off the sweat, soaked T-shirt which had turned into a see through. Van showed me around the house and then to the back yard which was like a park with a pool, All this while he was naked. He said that we had lots to do or he would take a dip, instead he put on another T-shirt and he showed me the town.

Van first drove us to his strip mall. It was on the west side of Vegas. The mall was one block long on a main street and consisted of eight rentals all occupied. He parked and visited all eight and asked them if everything was alright. When we got back to the car I asked Van if he wasn't afraid that he would get arrested for indecent exposure walking around with nothing on but a T-shirt. His answer was, "Hell, most of the police have pinup pictures of me in their lockers. Most of the gay police have been to see me at the show and there are two of them that have spent the night with me, seen me naked and even sucked me off. I don't think they would arrest me. They might even want to pull up my T-shirt and take a free look."

Van drove me down town to show me the change and then down the Strip to show me all of the new hotels. After the Strip he drove to the northwest part of town to show me the three duplexes he owned and were rented. We then drove to a rental complex that he owned and were rented to show boys and girls. Van saved the best for the last. It was three units built behind a wall and a locked gate, radio controlled. With a push of a button we were in. We walked to the rear of the structures and there was a tropical garden with a pool and naked and almost naked people. Van said, "You shocked?" I wasn't shocked but surprised. One of the males looked up and said, "There's Van, we thought you weren't coming back!" Van introduced me to the seven who were laying around the pool or in it. He mentioned that there were five other renters that lived at the compound who were either still in bed, working or up town. He mentioned that there was only one straight couple that was a renter. She was a dealer at one of the casinos and he was a truck driver by day and Sophie Tucker impersonator on the stage at night.

I noticed that the men that where around the pool were hairless like Van except one who had his pubic hair cut short. Of the four men, two were completely naked, one was wearing a thong and one was sitting at the table wearing shorts and drinking a coke. Van introduced me as his father, the guy sitting at the table got up and after shaking my hand took off his shorts and jumped into the pool. He was also hairless. I did notice that all of the men were circumcised. And none of them were hung extra large. We walked around to the other side of the pool where I was introduced to the girls. Three of the most beautiful naked girls I had ever seen. They weren't a bit shy about being naked in front of this old man. They thought it was really cool to meet Van's father. We were invited to go swimming and we did. It took a bit of time to take off my clothes while all Van had to do was pull off his T-shirt and step out of his Jap-slaps. It was another first for me, being in a pool with three naked girls and five naked gay men. I still marvel at the girls. The three of them were close to the same height and weight and they too were hairless with breast just the proper size. Not too small, not too large, just right.

After a short time Van suggested that we leave because we had a lot to do before show time. I got out of the pool and while I was drying myself the girls, one at a time gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and mentioned how glad they were to meet Van's father. We finely left with Van wearing his T-shirt over his wet body. He would have been less revealing wrapped in plastic. It was close to one o'clock when we got to Van's home. As soon as we were in the house Van suggested that we have a bit of lunch and that I should take a nap be cause we would leave at six for the casino and it would be a long night. He would be in to lay down as soon as he made some phone calls. I had my sandwich and beer, undressed and was on the bed asleep before I knew it. I awoke with naked Van laying up close to me fondling my dick telling me it was time to get dressed and leave for the casino. We took a shower, dressed and were on our way. Van pulled up in front of the casino and turned the car over to the valet. When he got out of the car I an sure he flashed the attendant and I said, " Damn Van, you're going to get us both in trouble. And Van's response was, "Charlie has seen my dick before."

Van lead me thru the casino to the back stage. Before I knew it I was in the dressing room with the same four young men I had been swimming with earlier. Everyone was busy getting on their costumes and make up. There was an older woman who was helping them get dressed. I noticed that she paid no attention to the naked bodies around her. Van introduced me to Sophie Tucker, the truck driver, who was working when we were at the rentals. I watched Van get ready for the show. He was getting made up with a wig and short skirt. Van had the lady who was helping the boys get dressed show me to a seat in the first row in the theater.

The show started with the truck driver, Sophie Tucker, doing the opening act. She looked just like the 1920 queen of burlesque and could sing just like the old girl. He, she, remained on the stage and announced each act. It was about the third act she announced, "Vanity, the chili pepper from Mexico." On the stage came Van. He was the hottest looking Mexican girl I had ever seen and she sang in both English and Mex. While she was singing she did a little dance. At the completion of the dance she turned her back to the audience, flicked up her short dress and showed her cute bare ass. The audience went wild. The show went on and then out came the four boys that I had seen at the pool. They were dressed in flesh colored body suits with lots of sequins and feather head covers. They did a routine dance that would put the Zigfield girls to shame. And then Sophie Tucker announced, "And it's Vanity doing her Miss Sally Rand fan dance impersonation."

The curtains parted and there stood Vanity with a blonde wig and covered with two large feather fans and illuminated with a blue spot. She danced back and forth across the stage, first with one fan in front and the other in back. Then she would swap. When she would twirl the fans would be at her side. She always managed to show a little skin, just enough to want you to see more. After about five minutes of dancing Van ended center stage standing side ways with a fan in front and one in back exposing her naked side. In a flash he turned with his back to the audience with both fans in front and everyone got a look at her naked back for about ten seconds. The audience went wild yelling, "Vanity, Vanity, more, show us more."

When they calmed down, Sophie Tucker started calling out the names of the performers. As each name was called he would come out on the stage dressed in a full length colorful, evening gown with lots of sequins and split up one side clear up to their hip. The last name called was Vanity Van, Carl Vanhorn. They all left the stage followed by Sophie and headed for the lounge. It was in the lounge where programs could be purchased and signed by the boys (girls). As soon as I got to the lounge, Van was at my side. She told me that none of the girls except Sophie Tucker wore any under garments. She told me to watch some of the patrons, there are some who will slide their hand under the split skirt to cop a feel. We were sitting at a table and she took my hand and placed it under her skirt and sure enough I soon had a hand full of male organs. I asked if it was like this every night and was told that even better after the late show. Van told me that the women patrons were the worst. They wanted to make sure that the show girls were boys and if they were they were no doubt gay. Being gay they did their best to try to convert them. There are some that just like to play around with gay men.

We finished a couple of drinks and Van signed a couple dozen programs and it was time for him to go back stage for the midnight show. I went back stage while they were getting ready. I enjoyed the hustle and bustle and watching these young men change their gender. Just before curtain call I went out front to my seat. The show was about the same with Sophie doing his thing and then announcing the remaining acts. When it came time for Van's last act the crowd started clapping and stomping before he ever got on stage. She came out as before with her fans and showing a bit of skin. When he had finished the fan dance she stood center stage with both fans in front with her back to the curtain. He bowed her head and said, "For my father." He spread the fans to the side with his head tilted back exposing his naked body to the audience. He held that pose for about thirty seconds before stepping behind the curtain. It took Sophie about twenty minutes to quite the audience down. They just went wild screaming for Vanity.

After Sophie introduced the cast and they left the stage for the lounge, Van went back stage, changed and met me in the lounge wearing the T-shirt only this time he had a wide, shiny, red belt around his waist. Van took my arm and said, "Let's go, we have a lot to do. His car was waiting for us at the front door of the casino. The valet had the doors open for us While we were buckling up I asked Van if we should tip the valet? Van's answer was, "They know me and I leave a big one once a month."

Only a few minutes from the casino we pulled into a parking lot of a building that had a sign reading, "SAM'S SPA." We were greeted by a large black man and his first words were, "Oh God Van, I just love your new outfit." "Cut it out Sam, it's just an old T-shirt and I want you to meet my father. He's the one I told you about on the phone this afternoon. I'll take him in and get us started."

Van lead the way down a hall which had several doors that all had keys in the locks. Van picked the last door, removed the key and opened it. Once inside he kicked off his sandals, undid the belt and removed the T-shirt. He was naked before I had a chance to say a word. He then started to undress me and while doing so told me that it was Sam who took care of his body. When I was completely naked, Van led me out of the room, locked it and hung the key around his neck and then led me to a room across the hall. Sam was waiting for us and Van told me to stand still and Sam would soap us down. He sure did. With a large sponge and a bucket of soap, he soaped us down from head to foot. He never missed a crack or crease. It was in a shower and then into the steam room. The steam room was another first for me. Van picked up a couple towels, folded them so that we had something to sit on. We sat there and sweat. It was the first time sweat ever dripped off the end of my dick.

About the time I thought I couldn't take any more, Van took my hand and let me outside to a Jacuzzi. We sat there in that warm water with the jets going full bore. The motion of the water had my cock and balls flopping every which way. It was the first time in my life that I ever had water jets give me a hard on and damn near jack me off. I told Van that the water treatment had put life in the old cock, he had to feel for him self. He took my hand and showed me that he had a hard on too. .We got out of the Jacuzzi and were handed towels which I wrapped mine around my waist. Van hung his over his shoulder and led me into the massage room. Sam was all smiles and was waiting for us. Van told Sam to give me the full treatment that he would wait till after the Saturday show for his treatment.

Sam had me lay face down on his massage table. Sam sprayed an oil mixture of some kind on me from my neck to my feet. Once oiled he started on my neck and massaged every muscle I had and some I didn't know I had. When he got to my ass he spread my cheeks apart and massaged each half. Once in a while he ran a finger down my crack, around my ass hole and over that spot between my hole and scrotum. What ever he was doing it felt sexy as hell. After he had finished with my legs he had me turn over.

On my back, Sam again sprayed me from head to foot and started to work on my neck and then my arms. Once he was finished with my arms he started on my chest and was moving towards my crotch. Just the anticipation of what he was going to do when he got there gave me a funny feeling in my gut. When he got there I had a semi hard on. He skinned back my dick and with his thumb and forefinger he gently rubbed the oil into the head of my prick. The head of my prick got a warm feeling. I didn't know if I had to piss or cum. Finishing with my dick he proceeded to massage my balls. He was so very gentle. Working his way down my legs he ended up with my toes. Each toe was rubbed and massaged. When he had finished he had me stand and said, " Now for a rinse". When I stood we sprayed me with a high pressure jet of warm water that was invigorating and then he dried me off with a blower similar to a hair blower. All the time he was working on me Van was standing by watching. When Sam was finished with me Van took me by the hand and led me to the dressing room.

Van helped me get dressed. He was dressed in his T-shirt and as soon as I was dressed we left the spa, Van mentioned it was time for breakfast and he drove us to the Pepper Mill. It was 3:45 AM Wednesday morning. Every one at the mill seemed to know Van. We were led to a booth and during breakfast we talked. Van had been doing a lot of thinking while I was being worked over by Sam.

After we had eaten Van drove us to his home and while we sat in the patio he mentioned that it would be a waste of time to go to bed. He had made arrangements for me to leave Vegas on the 9:15 plane. So, we talked. He had decided to only do two shows a week, Friday and Saturday and start a school for future chorus boys and girls. He said there were a lot of futures on the streets. Also he had plenty of money and a good income from his investments. I suggested that he find a good attorney and incorporate for protection. He talked about having a building built for a school including living quarters for the students.

While we were talking I mention that I should sell my home or give it to my kids and move to Vegas to help him with his venture. I no sooner said that when Van jumped out of his chair, sat. astride my leg and kissed me full on the lips. I hadn't been kissed like that in five years. He wearing only a T-shirt I could feel his appendages on my leg. It was more then just a peck on the lips it was a full blown French kiss. He had his arms around my shoulders and with my hand on my thigh I could feel his naked cock and balls. Van hung on for what seemed like minutes but it was only seconds. When he pulled away he said, "God how I love you."

We talked for some time with Van sitting on my lap with my hand on his warm, hard cock and balls. We talked about future plans for his school and how his corporation should be set up. And then Van said, "God, I hate to break this up but we have to get you to the airport. Still in just his T-shirt we drove to the airport. Parking in front of the entrance a valet yelled, "Hi Van." Inside Van walked up to the counter and was back in no time with my ticket and he mentioned that there would be a car and driver waiting for me so that I wouldn't have to take a cab once I got there.

We had a few minutes before I had to board and I told him that till I disposed of the house he should feel free to come and spend some time on the coast and that there was always a place for him in my bed. He took my hand and I could see tears in his eyes. The flight was announced and I told Van I had to go and would call as soon as I got home.

When I had deplaned there was a young man waiting for me with a limo. He told me that Van had contacted him and he was at my service. As soon as I got into my house I called Van that I was home safe and sound and that as soon as I hung up I was calling my son and daughter.

I called my son and my daughter and explained to them that I was moving to Las Vegas and they could have the house and if not I would sell it. I was surprised by the response, they both thought it was a good move. That it would give me a chance to meet new people and there were more things for me to do. Neither one of them wanted the house only some of the heirlooms. My daughter mentioned that she and her family would be out for a vacation and help with sorting and distributing of family items which had been collected over the years.

It was a matter of two months and the house had a new owner, my daughter had what she and her family wanted and she had picked out what my son had asked for. I was on my way to Vegas with a box of cherished items representing forty years of marriage.

Van was there as soon as I parked in his driveway dressed in his over size T-shirt. I thought he was going to smother me with hugs and kisses and I could feel his naked body beneath the T-shirt. Van rushed me into the house telling me he had so much to tell. He lead me to a chair, set me down and then straddled my leg and French kissed me which I enjoyed. My hand wasted no time finding his cock and balls which were laying, naked on my leg. In just seconds Van had an erection that demanded to be jacked off. Van then said, "God I'm horny, I've been celibate for two months waiting for you. As much as I would love to make love to you I have some things to show you and tell you. With that he got off my leg and displayed a real tent with a hard on under his T-shirt I followed Van into the bedroom and he pointed out that he had replaced the old bed with a king size and had the room painted and re-carpeted. Van talked while he was taking off the T-shirt and dressing in a pair of slacks, sport shirt and dress shoes. He then mentioned that we were going to see his lawyer, a piece of property he had just bought and visit a contractor. He then said, " When we get all of that done we will go home play."

At the attorney's I was shown the corporate papers for Vanity Van's a non profit charitable organization. Van was to serve as president and CEO with no salary but an unlimited expense account. I was surprised to learn that I was named as the vice president with no salary and an unlimited expense account. When we left the attorney's I told Van that I should be able to invest something into the corporation. His answer was that he has put all of his holdings, stock, bonds, everything into the corp. and that way he would never have to pay any income tax. I could also do the same if I wanted to. He drove us by the large lot he had purchased for the school We then went to the contractor who was also an architect where Van told him that I was in charge of the project and had the last word in the design. After a short discussion we all went to lunch and after, it was straight home.

Once we were home we stripped to the skin and spent the rest of the day around the pool talking about the future. Once in a while Van would get excited , hug and kiss me. I was beginning to like it more and more. Every time we kissed I had a chance to play with his cock and balls which he also enjoyed.

The sun was going down and it started to cool down a bit. Van suggested we order a pizza. He ordered us one and in a short time the doorbell rang. Van answered the door just like he was, naked. All I heard was, 'Hi, keep the change, and gee thanks.". I asked Van if he always answered the door naked and his answer was," Yes, I knew who was going to deliver, he's a young gay kid and gets a big thrill out of seeing Vanity naked. He will tell all the other drivers that I was naked. If it had been some other driver I would have put something on and this way the other drivers wont know if he was telling the truth or not. I have so much fun teasing them."

After we had eaten and had several glasses of wine Van mention that he didn't have to go to the casino. He is only on the stage, Saturday, one night a week. . . So we watched TV with Van sitting close to me rubbing the hair on my chest, running his hand up and down my belly and playing with my dick. He would nibble my ear, peck me on the cheek and then it was a French kiss. Van was getting hard as a rock and this old man was just getting past the limp stage, a soft semi. And then Van said, "Maybe we should have a shower, get squeaky clean and try out that new super bed."

Into the shower we went. Van spent more time washing me then he did himself. He was doing his best to get me a stiff one. I told him it was too old and out of starch. Shower complete, in bed, side by side on our back making small talk. After a while Van rolled onto his side with a leg up over my belly and his crotch hard against my hip. It wasn't long before Van started to kiss me on the lips and then he started to kiss his way down toward my dick. When he was even with my crotch he spun around so that I could handle his dick. He took that limp member of mine and started to suck. I took a hold of his cock and it was as hard as a rock. I was enjoying myself sliding his foreskin back and forth and feeling the warmth it was generating. My cock started to come alive. With Van massaging my balls I began to get that feeling. As I was fondling Van's cock I became mesmerize with the head of that wonderful penis as it would pop up when I pulled down the foreskin. I don't know what came over me but I bent my head and took Van's dick in my mouth. I took to it like a new born to it's mother's breast. I sucked and forgot what was being done to my dick and when I felt the meat in my mouth start to pulse I became aware that I was also cuming. Like Van I kept sucking till I had the last drop.

When Van had finished sucking me off, he spun around, kissed me full on the mouth taking my tongue and then withdrew and said, "I love you Dad."

And then, at that moment, after almost seventy years, I learned homosexual love can be beautiful.

THE END