Waiting

I wrote the following story a couple of weeks ago when I was stranded at Denver International Airport. The idea just came to me. I hope you like it. Comments are more than welcome. Send to myrealitycheckbounced2001@hotmail.com

I first noticed the boy when he was came in. Because it had been a slow night I was at my post by the front desk in hopes of getting first dibs on the fresh meat. I knew that it was best to catch the young ones when they first came in the door. I didn't keep track, but I knew well enough that there were a small percentage of the young ones that just wanted a blowjob and didn't care who gave it. If you let those boys get past the entrance you just might lose them. Yes, it was better to wait by the door and take a chance at rejection than to go without the touch of a young man.

When the boy came in I was disappointed to see that he was with several of his friends. When I realized he was not alone I knew my chances were slim that I would be able to get the boy. Someone like myself could not approach a young man when he was with his friends. I have learned the hard way that although everyone was there to get something, there was a right time and a right place to see if you would be allowed to help them out with their needs. The younger guys still acted like they were looking for something different than the older guys, or the trolls, as they referred guys like me. Yes, it was best to wait until they were alone and the pressure of their peers was gone.

I remember being at that age and thinking that I would be young forever. I was handsome, masculine, and although there were none of the fancy workout equipment that there is today, I managed to stay in generally good shape. I didn't have any problems finding someone hot to suck, to fuck, to just get naked and let all the inhibitions disappear. I thought that it would always be that way. There would always be men available. There would always be men who would want me.

It happened so slowly that I don't really remember when I changed from the object of the hunt, to the old man hunting for his young prize. I can only shake my head and wonder where the years went. I took it for granted that things would not change. I thought youth would be with me forever. I would never grow old. How cruel time can be. How lonely time leaves you when you are no longer wanted.

Instead of following my instincts to just wait for a better prey, I followed the boys as they went to the locker room to change. They continued to talk and laugh, not caring that they were no longer in the twink bar. For the moment they could pretend that they were just continuing their evening and were just not ready to go home. The rest of us came in silently, took off our clothes, put on the towel, and went to work. And it was work, at least when your time had come and passed you by.

I pretended to be busy with my own locker, but kept my eyes locked on the boy. When he had taken off his shirt I immediately noticed the tattoo. It was a black panther, jumping from his beautiful, smooth chest. I had a tattoo also, but unlike these kids I had mine done in a time when young men were called upon to fight a war that wasn't worth fighting and couldn't be won. These kids didn't know how lucky they were. But that was okay. I wouldn't want them to experience what I had experienced.

They changed quickly and headed out together to explore. I had seen it before many times. The young ones would keep together for a while, but soon they would each find an excuse to go out on their own. It usually took about 10 minutes before they would realize they were no longer at the bars. That was when I would make my move, but until that time I would keep close and wait for my chance.

I didn't have to wait long. The boy I had been watching said something to his friends and then left. I discreetly followed and once again found myself pretending to get something from my locker while at the same time watching the boy get into his locker once again. He pulled out his wallet, and instead of pulling out some cash for the vending machine, he pulled out a small white piece of paper that was folded over several times. I had seen this before and my heart began to race because if he was going to do what I think he was going to do, then my chances of getting to taste this young beautiful piece of meat would increase dramatically.

He kept the white packet tightly closed in one hand and closed his locker. I quickly closed my own to follow. He walked quickly to one of the few bathrooms that had a door that could be locked. I smiled to myself, as I was now sure that I was right about what he was getting ready to do.

He went into the bathroom, and I heard the latch slide as he locked the door. I walked down the hall and waited. After about 5 minutes he emerged and headed my way. He no longer had the package. As he walked by I could see his now half closed eyes. He no doubt was starting to feel the effect of whatever drug he had just taken in the bathroom. Since he no longer had the white package, I could only assume that he had finished off his entire stash.

If there was one thing different about this generation, it was their use of some of the strangest drugs. I was part of the hippie generation, and pot and acid had often found their way into my system, but these kids nowadays had drugs that could make you feel just about any way you wanted to feel. I didn't know the names of these drugs and didn't do any myself, but I knew that many of the drugs the kids took nowadays made all of their inhibitions disappear. And in a place like this, it was all the better for guys like me when the younger ones were a little "out of it." It was their choice to use the drugs. I didn't make them do it. If it affected their judgment, then so be it. Who was I to pass on a chance at some young meat?

I followed the boy around for about 10 minutes and I could tell that whatever drug he had taken was starting to take quite an effect. At first he was walking around without any outward problems, but then after about 5 minutes he began swaying a bit and sometimes stopping all together to lean against the wall. He no doubt was starting to get his "high" and I knew that the time was coming when I would be able to make my move.

After a couple of minutes leaning against a wall in one of the hallways, he again began to move and headed towards one of the rooms where there was very little light and several beds lining one side of the room. I followed him into the room and after my eyes adjusted to the lack of light I saw what I had hoped for. There was my beautiful boy, laying on one of the mattresses, face down, with his legs spread apart. My heart quickened as I saw him spread out on the bed.

As most guys know who frequent these clubs, there are rooms where one can go if you just want to get fucked and don't care who does the fucking. In my younger years, I would sometimes do this myself. You just go in, lay down with your legs spread a bit, and basically it's an open invitation for anyone to climb on your ass and fuck your hole. And here was my boy, in the position, and ready to take it. I couldn't believe that I was this lucky.

I looked around and there was no on else in the room. It was still early and in a few hours I knew that the room would be packed with desperate bodies looking for sex anyway and with anyone. I slowly walked toward the boy until I was standing at the foot of the bed. I could now see his naked backside and it was beautiful. Even in the dark I could see the curves of his back as it went down to his smooth bubble ass. He had very little body hair, which I liked, and I could only imagine the tight hole that was hidden in between those smooth mounds of flesh.

Even though he had "taken the position" I knew that it was not a given that he would let just anyone fuck him. I knew that I had to take it slow. I bent over and with my right hand ran my hand down his lower leg and then back up again. He didn't move, so I rested one of my knees on the bed, and came closer. I then ran my hand higher up his leg, until I was above the back of his knee and was petting him back and forth, almost to where his beautiful ass began. He still didn't move, and my heart raced with anticipation.

After about a minute of stroking his leg, I decided it was time to go a little further and I ran my hand all the way up his leg but this time didn't stop and let it continue to his ass, which I started to massage. He was toned, and his ass muscles were clearly visible to my now completely adjusted eyes. His ass was absolutely perfect and here I was stroking it with my hand. I was in heaven.

I moved further up onto the bed, and now with both hands I continued to massage his ass. He didn't resist my probing fingers as I slyly pulled his cheeks apart and quickly ran a ringer down his crack, getting closer and closer to the prize. Eventually I knew I would have to just go for it, and with one hand parting his cheeks I reached in with my other hand and ran my finger deep within his crack until my middle finger rested firmly onto his moist hole. I began to probe his ass, applying first pressure with my finger, then releasing, each time putting a little more pressure on his hole. I knew eventually that his ass would open up and my finger would slide in.

It didn't take more than a few minutes until my finger, now pressing firmly on his ass, slipped past his entrance and sank into the smooth insides. The boy didn't resist, and from my experience I could tell that his ass was used to getting some play. He was no virgin that was for sure. I slowly started to finger fuck his ass, and my finger went in and out of his even easier than I had predicted. The entire time the boy wasn't resisting my probes. He had not looked back to see who was playing with ass. A lot guys liked it when they didn't know who is fucking them. Whoever was fucking them no doubt could not compare to the fantasy that was being played out in their head. I had done it myself and knew how good it could be to get fucked while imagining the most beautiful man doing the fucking. As long as you kept your eyes tightly closed, your imagination would take over and even if it was an out of shape guy with a beer gut, in your mind you were getting fucked by Superman. I would be this boy's Superman if he wanted. I had no problem with that.

I leaned in closer and with my tongue I began to lick his ass. I didn't waste very much time on his ass before heading straight to his hole, where after I had pulled out my finger and spread his cheeks with both hands, I shoved my face as deep as possible into his crack. I loved to lick a young boy's hole. I loved the smooth skin, the tight hole, and this boy had one of the best asses I had ever eaten. By now I was no longer taking it slow. The boy had shown he was going to take it and I wasn't going to disappoint him. I buried my face in his ass and reached out my tongue as far as possible to get as deep into his ass as possible. He was now quite loose and my tongue easily slid into his ass. I pulled my face out and spit into his ass to make it even more slippery to my invasion.

I continued to work on his ass with my mouth for a good 5 minutes before I thought he was ready to take my cock. I climbed up and onto his body, making my intentions known that I was going to fuck this boy. As before, he didn't resist as I ran my hands along his body. I was now starting to sweat quite a bit as my body slid against his, which was now pressed firmly to the mattress.

I raised myself enough to position my cock into his crack and began to fuck his crack back and forth. I had lubed up his ass quite a bit with my spit and my cock slide easily between his cheeks. I reached down between my legs and pressed my cock against his hole and without any warning began to insert my cock into his ass.

I knew better than to say anything to him as I began to fuck him. I didn't know what fantasy was going through his mind and anything I said may break that fine line between fantasy and reality. I didn't want him to realize that an old man like me was fucking him, so I kept my mouth shut. I was going to fuck him hard and at least if he found out later who fucked him, he couldn't complain that an old fart like myself couldn't still give a boy a good fucking.

I had him pinned down tight, so that he couldn't move very much if he tried. After about a minute of fucking him, I realized that he was going to lay there and take it and I didn't have to worry about him pushing me off. I then raised myself on to my elbows and began to piston my cock into his ass. Every time I plowed into his ass his body would push into the mattress. My cock wasn't very long, but it was very thick, so I knew that he was feeling every inch of it slam into his ass. I picked up the pace until I was completely pulling out each time and slamming my cock in deep at the bottom of each thrust. I smiled as I pulled my cock out and saw that his ass had taken to just staying open and waiting for my cock to push back in. It always amazed me how an ass would just open up and take a pounding, and this kid's ass was no exception.

I didn't last long. He was just too beautiful. I flattened myself to his backside and pumped his ass at a furious pace until unable to hold off any longer I let loose and dumped my load into the boy's ass. I couldn't help and moaned out loud, but I didn't care at this point as I had gotten my prize. If the kid told me to get lost now, then that was fine with me. I had tasted and fucked his ass and that was all I had wanted in the first place.

I lay there gasping for breath, my cock quickly going soft in his ass. My head was now pressed against the back of his neck.

"Thanks," I said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

As I planted my kiss on his cheek I looked closer at his beautiful face. His eyes were open but there was nothing behind them. He was staring into space at nothing.

Now that my lust had subsided I began to realize that he was still not moving. He was not moving and he wasn't breathing. I reached up with my hand and pressed my fingers against his neck to feel for a pulse. Nothing. My skin, now wet and clammy, began to try and crawl away from the unmoving body beneath me. I began to shake and quickly rolled off the boy. I quickly glanced around the room and saw several old men like myself who no doubt were watching the show. I slid to the end of the bed, grabbed my towel, and stumbled toward the door.

As I left the room I looked back one last time and saw the next man already taking his position over the waiting dead boy. I turned back and quickly walked out the door, leaving the men to their own desires.