This is true account. It was the first time where it hit home to me that life has it's own way of dealing paybacks, and those paybacks needn't be without their own charm.
I was doing my usual post-club Friday night cruise down the park. Merry as anything, still strutting like I did in my glory years. Back then, around the early `00s I was considered hot-shit. Was even in a twink porn movie once. I was beating the guys off me. Me and me mates always went either to the sauna or down the park after a nights binge if we hadn't scored at the club. I think we must have gotten a kick out of watching how all the older dudes would go embarrass themselves trying to get some off us. As if! Now and then we'd let some old lad get close enough. Maybe even get a taste. But no further. We were probably kind of cruel actually. No, that's letting us off easily. We were teasing assholes who didn't think twice about treating the mature guys of the community without due respect, and wouldn't see what was coming to us down the pike. As in; a decade or two, we'd be in their shoes getting lip and humiliation off lads like us.
But that wasn't on my mind as I ambled along in the dark by the trees, hand cupped to the healthy bulge in my jeans. Whistling like I was back in the good old days. Passing by guys -- some older, some my own age, furtively getting it on in the undergrowth. Nothing sparked my fancy much. Maybe one or two might be ok if I was really stuck.
Then I saw him. A young blackhaired god. I humour myself to think I wasn't too different myself back then (he must have been about 20), but I think I'm being over-generous. I was hot, but this guy was something else. And he was jacked, which I never really was. A good set of pecs, a 6pack, not a trace of hair on his chest. His skin was almost translucent beige. Floppy jet black hair, parted just like was popular in the 90s and seems to be again now. Beautiful face. Like, stunningly beautiful. Youthful, but not too boyish. Strong. Defined with a slight middle eastern touch to the features. This was a prize. And I thought I could just reach out and take it like I could all those years back. That was a mistake.
"Alright" I cheerfully announced as I headed towards him, groin thrust out, ready to engage.
"eh. Yeh dad. Sorry. Not interested. I've had enough with the retirement home tonight"
Jeez. I felt deflated. Me? I'm only 43 FFS! I've a bit of a belly, sure. Me arse isn't a tight as it used to be, but.....I mean...I couldn't be....
But I was. I was just like those dudes we used to prick-tease back in the day. I wasn't hot shit any more. I was just another middle-aged trawler looking for what I could get, and not getting the quality I used to. What could I do?
But then, after the understandable shrinking in my jocks from the embarrassment of the situation, my cock suddenly went right back into furiously ready posture. I felt humiliated, but....I kinda liked it!
"alright" I said "no worries. I'll move off. But you are seriously hot, dude"
My tactic was to back away and head into the trees, get out my schlong, drop my pants and face into the bushes as if I had accepted his refusal and was just going to pleasure myself alone. Id wait there for a few minutes. He wasn't likely to get anything as good (even in my `superannuated' form) as me that night. He had to be aware of that. He'd stay where he was for a minute, then follow me and I'd get a taste of his glorious boyhole. That's all I wanted at this stage. I good fuck would probably be out of the question.
So that's what I did. He made me wait longer than I assumed I should have had to. Then I heard him approach. I looked round and he was standing there with a cynical grimace.
"you want some of this?" he pulled down his jocks and flashed a semi-hard whopper of a dong at me " you better beg me for it. Go on. Get down and beg you dirty old fart."
I quickly found my place doggy style on the damp leaves, my jeans around my ankles, arse to the night air. He came nearer, jangling his fine lad package in my face. So near I could smell the musky jock odour. So tempting.
He pulled it away and went round to my rear.
"Yep. As I thought. Saggy arsed old fag. You guys are so desperate." He smacked my ass-cheeks. I was almost dripping with pre-cum at this stage. This humiliation- what a turn-on! He came back around.
"I'm almost pitying you here man" he said "if you really want to get a whiff of this fresh ass I suppose I'll be generous. Got any cash?"
No, that was too much and I told him so. I was just about to get up. My pride was stung. But boy, could I have done with a taste of that fine ass on him. Then he pushed me back down.
"Alright. You can get your dirty old nose into this, but first I need to use the jaxx. Thats you mate"
I was frozen in anticipation. He let his pants fall and I saw the full splendour of his manhood there, now fully erect. He let a gush of warm golden rain down across my face. I spluttered at the acrid taste, but did I get up or protest? Like fuck I did! This was fun.
Having now used this 40+ has-been body as a urinal, he finally gave me my shot and I buried my face in that sweet lad-ass the young god was kind enough to present me with. I went to work. Heavenly!
It didn't take long before I was almost ready to cum.
"lie down you dirty old fuck"
I obeyed. Then he squatted over me, hovering his delicious boyhole over my face as we both went at it between our legs. I reached the ecstatic moment first.
He continued pumping away over my face until he too climaxed.
Then we got up. Nodded. Went our separate ways.
Well, life has it's own dynamic of retribution.
And sometimes retribution is sweet!