The Life of a Dirty Old Hippie

I'm old and I'm feeling older everyday. My dick works fine and then it doesn't. That sort of sums up my average day. When I'm not out walking my dog, I think about sex and what a good time I used to have. When you're as old as I, 'what was' usually ends up puddling in your palm.+

1. A Walk in the Woods

That's what was going through my inner mind when I took my dog for a walk in the woods. I usually stick to the paved paths but on this day, I took a detour on the dirt path that meandered through the woods. I don't often do that because there are stories of coyotes, panthers and other wildlife in the forest along the creek. I don't want my dog to be dinner.

Today was fine, sunny and warm and not a soul in the park. Bird chirped, turtles swam in the slow stream of water through the creek and all was right in the world. Suddenly, the urge to urinate came upon me. Since there was no one about, I stepped to the side of the path and unzipped. My seven-incher was semi-floppy as I held it and began to pee. Oh, did that feel good. I was emptying the last drops in my bladder when I heard leaves crackle behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy watching me from behind some bushes. I slowly turned around giving the person a good look at my swinging dick as I stretched and shook it.

A small, older guy came out from behind the bushes. He looked like an average middle-class local; he reminded me a banker I used to know he had a somewhat common face. He was about five foot five and fifty-ish. He stared at my cock as I waved it at him. "Do you want a closer look," I said.

He walked toward me and took me into his hands. His fly was unzipped as I reached in to feel him. I reached around and felt nothing and then his little cock slipped between my fingers. I was surprised at how small it was and he pushed my hand away. He got on his knees and quickly took me into his mouth. "Wow," I thought, "this guy knows how to suck!" I figured him as a father of two kids, a devoted husband, a community paragon and a big-time closet cocksucker. In no time, I was stiff and down his mouth.

He kept glancing around. I told him that I would keep watch and he shouldn't worry. I told him that I was getting close and he asked if I could cum in his mouth. He nodded. I smiled. He began to rock on my stiffy. His sucking technique was such that he increased his suction on the way up my staff and tongued it on the way down. Every few strokes, he would break it up by intensively sucking on the head and tonguing my pee hole.

I told him that I was going to cum and he picked up the pace. I felt my ass clench and my balls tighten. He sucked in the head and I exploded, shooting stream after stream of my super-sauce down his gullet. He didn't miss a drop as he swallowed it down. After he cleaned me, he thanked me and then walked briskly in the opposite direction.

I zipped up and my dog and I went back the way we came, albeit satisfied.

2. Lululemon neighbor

It's hard for me to talk about this. It's something of which I'm not proud. It's about a woman who lives a few houses down in my complex. She's about five foot seven or eight, slim, curly red hair, maybe in her mid to late twenties and unfortunately, got hit with the ugly stick. From her neck down, she has a killer body. She's what we used to call a double-bagger.

To make it worse, I believe, but I don't know that she is developmentally challenged. She somewhat slow-witted and she tends to repeat exactly the same thing over and over, as if she is not getting her point across. It can be quite unnerving. Patience and compassion are required attributes.

So I'm walking my dog in front of my house when I see her walking her tiny toy dog toward me. She was about twenty feet away with her back turned to me while the little thing ran in the grass and did her circle dance. Well, as I got closer, my eyes popped out of my head when I saw what she was wearing. She was wearing Lululemon-type exercise stockings. Although they were brightly patterned, they were also transparent. I could see this woman's butt in all its glory. There was no panty or thong lines. She was literally naked from the waist down.

I couldn't help myself. I said, "Amanda, at the risk of being rude, your ass looks very sweet in those stockings."

She turned around and said, "You like that, huh? You like that? You like my ass? You like my ass?"

Now, I was presented with a front view and boy, was it good. She had a perfect camel-toe. I mean it was perfect. The stretchy material of her pants molded around her pussy lips perfectly. As the pants were transparent, I could see that she was completely shaved and I could see her moist slit forming a wet spot. Also, the tight tee-shirt she wore was pressing against the small nipples of her small round breasts. She was something to see.

I asked her if I could take a few pictures with my phone. I wanted to look at these later. She agreed and I took a few close-ups of her ass and her camel-toe. As I was taking the photos, she spread her legs and the camel-toe opened to reveal her fleshy labia. She was too much.

She leaned down to pick up after her dog and as she leaned down, she rubbed her nipple against the back of my hand. "You want to go in and fuck? Fuck? Fucky-fuck?" she said.

My better angels suddenly caught up to me. I couldn't do this although it was plenty inviting. I couldn't take advantage of her in this way. "No, but thank you for the invitation, Amanda."

She reached over and felt my bulge. "Ooh, what a nice big cock, a nice cock. It's big."

I thanked her and backed off feeling quite uncomfortable. "No, I think I'll pass. And I think you should go back inside and..."

Just then, my phone rang. It was spam but I pretended to have conversation. When the call ended, I said, "I have to go. I'm sorry, Amanda."

She said, cheerfully, "Okay. Seeya. Okay. Seeya." It was as if the prior conversation had never occurred. She turned and walked back to her house. I watched her little bubble butt sashay down the block.

I immediately went into my house. I felt better of myself for turning her down. It wasn't right. But, I did upload the pictures to a camel-toe site and they have received many likes. Everybody likes a sweet ass.

3. A Young Guy Emails Me

I received a rare email from one of my sex sites, which are not as active as they used to be. (Oh, for the days of Craigslist.) It was from a young man who lived near by. It was a long message and very involved. Here is a portion of it:

"... I've never done anything that wasn't heterosexual but lately I have been thinking about cock. I've gone to gay websites and I have been watching gay videos and jerking off to them... I want an older man, a daddy, to guide me and walk me through this... I don't understand."

It was a long letter and it seemed quite sincere. I responded by asking if we could meet at a local coffee shop or perhaps, in the park. I felt it important to sense if he was honest in his desires. If I felt he was real and in need, I would take the next step.

We met a couple of days later. The coffee shop was just down the street from my villa condo. We got our coffee and donuts and sat in the furthest part of the outdoor patio. I was surprised by his appearance. He was a little over six foot, had a jock physique and was handsome to boot. He told me that he was twenty-eight and had been involved a few long relationships that hadn't ended well.

"It started when they couldn't get me hard. My last girlfriend told me that I must be gay. Instead of hurting me, it got me thinking. Many times when I was trying to get hard, I'd imagine a hard penis and that would do it. In fact, when I jerk off, I think of cock. I thought that maybe you can help me instead of picking someone up. I respect the knowledge and wisdom of an older person, maybe I like being coached. Your profile seemed to reflect a certain..." he fumbled for the word, "... empathy."

"Okay. I'll try to help. Let me ask you something. In your fantasies, do you make out with the guy? Can you visualize kissing? Can you visualize loving him?"

"You know, I never had a fantasy like that. No, I don't. It's all about his cock. I jerk off thinking about what I can do with it. Does that make any sense?"

"Actually, yes. It makes a lot of sense. You'd be surprised as to how many men think about cock. A lot of men think about cock, all the things about cock. They fall in love with woman. Maybe, they are bisexual. And maybe, because they are fearful of acting upon their desires, they are closeted. I'd bet more men are closeted than out. And that's okay, too."

"Yeah, that's me."

"Same here. I have a reputation of being a dirty old man and a pussy-hound. Good. Most people just leave me alone. I don't mind the closet. There seems to be enough space in it to stretch out. You have choices, too, but you already made one because you contacted me." Our coffee and donuts were gone. "Do you want to take a walk in the park across the street?"

"I'd feel more comfortable if we went to your house. By the way, my name is Brian."

He followed me to my house. He seemed very spooked that he might be seen and entered quickly. "Well, now you're here. Do you want a stiff drink or a joint?"

"Yes, I think I could use both. I can't help it, I'm nervous."

I walked over to him and took his hand and placed it on my crotch. I was semi-hard and I filled his palm. "There. That's over with. You just felt another man's cock. Did you like it?"

"I think so." he smiled. I offered him a scotch on the rocks and I lit a joint. I guided him to the lanai. There, I dropped my shorts and my boxers, standing in front of him. He took a gulp of his scotch. I passed him the joint and sat down. He set down his drink and also dropped his drawers. He sat next to me. "That's the first cock I ever saw outside of a locker room." He took another gulp of scotch.

"In your dreams, what do you see yourself doing to the cock?"

"I feel it and play with it. I stroke it. I put it in my mouth."

"Like this?" I leaned over and took his cock in my hand. It was a cut beauty of about eight inches and about three inches around. His glans was a rosy red and plum-shaped. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. He filled me and it felt so good as my tongue caressed it. I pulled back and said, "Act on your fantasies and move on them before you become obsessed by them. If you like it, you'll most likely do it again but with more confidence. Perhaps, you will move on to the next fantasy. It will also make you a better lover because you will be more experienced. It might give you some added confidence. Now you. Go ahead." He seemed hesitant. "No one can see you here. No one knows what you doing. It stays between us. You'll never have an opportunity like this."

He seemed to acknowledge that. He placed his hand on my cock and lightly stroked it. He got down between my knees and played with it with both hands, one fondling my sac. I was hard and my glans pointed at his face. He stroked and stared at it for a few minutes before he leaned forward and placed it in his mouth. He was very soft and gentle. His tongue licked around the head. His teeth scraped me.

"No teeth. Put your lips over your teeth. Good, that's better." He began to pump me but I stopped him and pulled him off me. "How was that? What went through your mind?"

"At first, I couldn't believe I was doing it. But then I felt the texture and the heat and it felt good. I think I liked it."

"Good. Now, follow me." I led him into my bedroom. We pulled off our shirts. He lay down while I put some toys and lube out. Then I stretched out over him and placed his cock in my mouth. My cock dangled above his face and he pulled my ass down. We sucked and licked each other for a few minutes. It was almost a plain vanilla blow job. "You know, my cock won't break. You can be a bit rougher and you can explore a little more. Do what has always made you curious. Let yourself go." I turned back to his magnificent erect, plum-headed dick, one I hoped would spray my mouth with his cream.

He began to suck in earnest. I moved around so that he was between my legs. Watching him take his first cock was so reminiscent of taking my first cock. Hesitant yet eager. He spent a long time inspecting my balls and my taint. He inspected my pucker and ran his finger around the ring which tickled me. Then he went down on me.

"Relax and enjoy it. Slow down a bit. Good. Relax your mouth and your throat and take it a little deeper. Taste it. Feel it." My cock hit the back of his throat and he gagged. I pulled back. "You just get through that feeling. You will, you'll see."

He took my penis out of his mouth. "I like licking the head better."

"In that case, stroke from the base up to the head and suck on the head." He tried that and after a few minutes, he had perfected the rhythm. His sucking the glans was working and my toes curled. "Yeah, that's it. Keep that up and you're going to make me cum." He moaned and increased his motions. "Where do you want it?" He just moaned and continued enthusiastically. I began to push down deeper and my body quivered. I felt my cum rising and my cock pulse. I shot two shots across the bow and proceeded with a short volley and then some dribbles. He pulled off me, cum dripping down his chin. I reached for his head and pulled him in so I could clean his face with my tongue. He seem alarmed at first and then went with it and relaxed.

I pushed him down and gobbled his hard shaft. He went flat and spread his legs. Now, that thing was mine to enjoy. I felt him react to the feeling of the glans being licked and he twitched and moaned. His head filled me. It felt spongy yet stiff, it stood proud aiming its one eye at me. I licked again and sucked it. I began to slowly bob my head up and down on this beauty. He quickly started to hump my face. I tried to slow him down by pressing on his base but he was way too excited. Suddenly, he began to shoot point blank, hitting where my tonsils used to be. He kept firing away and filling my mouth with his sticky juice. Finally, he pushed me off his sensitive dick and then he collapsed.

"I'm so sorry that I came so fast. I couldn't help it, it felt so good."

"It's all good. Don't worry. Did you like it?"

"I'm not sure. I was so keyed up that I was doing it, you know. It took me out of my head."

"That's good. You want your mind in another place. You want to be absorbed by the act itself and you want to be in that moment. Will you do it again?"

"Oh, yeah. In fact, can I suck you again? This time, I will take my time and explore a little more. Is that okay?."

"Sure. Let's sixty-nine again." This time it was different. This time, he explored every square inch of me. He felt and sometimes kissed my glans, my shaft, my balls, my taint and even fingers around my asshole. I kept pace with him, letting him lead me around his cock. I took my time with his lightly hairy sac. I also found my way to his pucker. When I started to rim him, his body began to tremble. His ass relaxed and I stick one finger one knuckle in and left it there. A moment later, he pushed down on me. I pushed in further until I found his prostate. My finger could barely reach it but I did my best to rub the edge of it and it seemed to work causing him to tremble.

We were leisurely bringing each other off. It turned very sensual and we both began to sweat. Hand, tongues, holes, everything was available. My finger in his ass was having its affect. He was pushing against my finger. I placed another finger inside which helped to reach his prostate and then I began to rub. He backed off my cock so he concentrate on his own pleasure and that was fine. I had his head sucked in when I felt his body stiffen. He was pumping his ass against my fingers when he began to stream his cum into me. He was groaning in a sort of rapture as his cum flowed out. He was very vocal as he moaned and groaned in absolute joy. Finally, he eased up and pushed my fingers out.

"Man, I never felt anything like that before. That was insane. I thought I'd cum forever, I swear. I feel milked."

"I massaged your prostate gland. Orgasms that way are more intense, extremely pleasurable and on another level. Why do you think gay men love it? I'm glad you did, too. Next time, we'll fuck, okay?"

"Next time? I'm loving this. I could do this for hours."

"Yeah, but I can't. I'm not as young as you. But, I'll make you this offer: if you want to take this further, we'll make an overnight of it. You'll come here after dinner, we'll smoke a joint and then we'll smoke each other's joint all night, if you want. We'll fuck each other, too. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great but how do I square this with myself. I'd love to do this again with you but why? I'd still love a pussy to play with."

"So, go home and think about being a closet bisexual. Suddenly, more options are open to you. Maybe, you will find a couple to play with. Think about finding a girl who is also bisexual. And, when the bedroom door closes, be yourself. Do what you want to do. It's nobody's business but you and your partner. Don't let some crazy fears that might not be valid restrain your inhibitions. Let go. Right now, I have to take a shower. Then I have some things to do."

"Could I take a shower with you?"

He seemed so eager and yet so innocent. I knew that he really wasn't. "Sure. Come on." Fortunately, my walk-in shower was big enough for about two and a half bathers. I turned on the water and we began to soap each other up. There wasn't an inch that was missed. When I soaped his star pucker, we wiggled back at me. At one point, while he soaped up my asshole, I took his dick and placed it against my hole. We lightly pushed against each other and his large plum slipped in.

"Oh, man. That is tight. What a feeling." I pushed him back and his cock came out with a 'pop'. "I don't want to stop."

"Next time. I just gave you a taste of what's to come. Now, let's dry off and you skedaddle."

Begrudgingly, he got out of the shower. As we were drying off, I said, "Today is Tuesday. How about Friday night?"

"I have to work the late shift on Friday. I come in late and I don't get off until eleven. Can we make it Thursday night?"

"Okay, it's Thursday evening, after dinner. Maybe, I might have a surprise for you. We'll see." The further education of a young bisexual was set.

3. "Las Ninas"

I first noticed the little wrapped Honda Fits declaring the services of "Las Ninas", a housecleaning service that guaranteed whirlwind results, riding around the neighborhood. There seemed to be a number of them early in the day and then again at dinnertime. Each car was numbered: #3, #4 and #6. I noted that they must be a pretty large company with so many cars in the fleet. One car seemed to take up residence next door.

Through the window in my kitchen, I saw a small, dark-skinned, young and very beautiful woman carrying things inside the condo. I walked out to help.

She was very appreciative and immediately handed me a heavy box. "Kitchen," she commanded. Here is a young and confident woman, capable of giving orders. I was immediately impressed.

About an hour later we were done carrying her things into the house. I was beat. I introduced myself while she uncapped two bottles of Modelo.

"I'm Mari with a soft a - like "Mari"-juana. but's Marianne. This is my base of operation for the next year, at least."

"Welcome to our quiet neighborhood. What do you do?"

"You'll have to excuse me, Ray. I must take a shower and change. I'd like to continue this conversation. Let me come over to your house in a little while."

"I have an idea. How about I make you dinner to welcome you. We'll talk then. How does that sound."

"Gee whiz. That sounds great."

"And listen, any help you need, call me first. I'm retired but I like to keep busy." I left for my house. I had to see what was in the freezer. Nothing. Shit! There were no ingredients I could whip up so I did the next best thing. I ordered delivery from the best Chinese-Thai restaurant in the area.

Mari came by about an hour and a half later. She looked relaxed. She was also surprised by our dinner which had just been delivered. I opened a bottle of merlot and we had a lovely, lively dinner. During our meal, I learned that she was twenty-eight. I also learned that she had started the business with her two sisters, that she was in charge of this and the surrounding counties and that, most importantly, that she was a workaholic and too busy to date.

Over the next several months, we had grown closer as neighbors and had become more familiar with each other. One night, she came over for barbeque and this time, brought the wine, a very good bottle of cabernet.

"You know, Mari, there are a few questions I've been curious about. For one thing, where did you grow up?"

"My great grandparents came here from La Paz, Bolivia. I was born in New York City but we moved away when I was young. I was raised in Chapel Hill. My mother was a professor at Duke and my father was a Dean. They passed a few years ago in a horrible accident. That's when my sisters and I started the business."

"I could tell by your features that you were of Hispanic descent but your English is superb, and probably better than mine."

"I speak four languages: English, Spanish, Portuguese and a little French. It allows me to easily work with the immigrant women who work for us."

"I am impressed."

She beamed and her visage lit up. She was beautiful. Up until now, I hadn't really described Mari. To start with, she was incredibly beautiful. Her long black hair and smoldering eyes set her apart. She had a tiny body, almost the equivalent of a toy-sized dog in that her features suited her body perfectly but in miniature. She had small breasts but compatible for her size. She had a tendency to wear tee-shirts and wife-beaters with no bra. I know this because I 'd peek down her shirts to glom her gorgeous, perky tits. She had a small rounded butt that led to long, for her size, shapely legs. The thing about her tush was that I could always see the colored string across her hips from her thong. The way it looked stretching across her hips made me fantasize. A lot. She was a knockout.

"Mari, we've known each other long enough for me to say this. I just want to tell you that you are incredibly beautiful. There, I said it."

Her face flushed. Right away, she began to refute my declaration. "No, no, I'm not. I'm too small. My breasts are too small. I'm too thin..."

"Stop it. Just stop. Be gracious and accept the compliment. You are beautiful. Now, explain why some handsome guy hasn't scooped you up."

"Thank you," her eyes looked down. She was not used to compliments. "As for men, that's a whole story just by itself. Right now, I have no time for a relationship. When I'm horny, I can just hook up, which I don't... and, there's also my device and my hands."

"I don't get it. I just don't."

"Okay, let's just say that these days, I sometimes like the company of women. It's a lot simpler in many ways."

"You're gay?"

"No, but maybe bisexual or fluent or whatever they call it these days. Actually, I hardly have any sex at all. I'm just too consumed by my work and by making money now."

I felt better by her answer. I smiled and waited a moment. "I'm bisexual or fluent or whatever, too. I'm in the closet and I like it better that way. So, I understand a lot more than you think..."

"... Wait. What? Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yeah, you did. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She seemed repulsed abnd moved back. "I'll change the subject. Tell me, how's the business going. I see lots of cars on the road."

She shook her head. Her sexy hair covered one eye. "Oh, we will get back there, I guarantee it. But to answer your question, yeah, those little Fits are great for us. I'll tell you a secret, we have four cars in this county. My sister had the idea to number the cars with random numbers so people would think we had a huge fleet. And they do. That trick helped us grow quickly." And our conversation went on like that as did our friendship. We had many conversations about a wide range of subjects: art, music, politics, baseball. She had a wide range of interests and knowledge. I enjoyed her spirit, her enthusiasm, her intelligence, her ethic and, all the while, I enjoyed her beauty. I was very glad to have her as a neighbor.

A couple of months later, the rainy season was upon us. I was preparing something to eat when I saw her drive into her house. Just at that moment, lightning struck a tree on the other side of the street and thunder clapped overhead. She ran into her house and called me a moment later. "Can I come over," she sounded scared.

She came running over a few minutes later. She was soaking wet. I immediately wrapped her in a towel. She was shaking. "Mari, what's got you so upset?"

"It's the thunder, the lightning, the whole storm. It scares me when it is right overhead. It brings back bad memories... My parents were killed in an accident during a storm like this. Can I stay here for a while?"

"Sure. Don't worry, I'll fix you up. Come with me." I led her into my bedroom where I gave her a tee-shirt ten times too big and a pair of boxers which she would have to pin as they way too large for her small frame. "Now, go take a warm shower and change out of your wet clothes and put these on. I'll fix some dinner and we'll watch a movie tonight. How's that?"

She looked at me with her big dark eyes and said nothing. Her eyes said it all.

The storm raged for several hours but all I seem to remember was that while we were watching "The Big Lebowski", she was curled up next to me, a throw over her small body and my dog curled around her feet. She fell asleep on my shoulder just a few minutes into the movie. She way she was positioned allowed me to look down into the tee-shirt and observe her sweet, small breasts. They were young tits, small round handfuls with pointed, upturned nipples. Ah, youth! I had to maintain my composure. It was a good thing she was sleeping because I was heavily tenting.

Months passed and my neighborly entrepreneur succeeded in increasing her business. She expanded into another county, one that was very wealthy. She stopped by one day, looking weary and very tired. I poured her a glass of cognac - XO, my expensive habit.

"Oh, damn. This is delicious. I've never had this before."

"Only the best for you." I explained Cognac, the spirit and the region to her. "Now, what's on your mind?"

"I'm exhausted. Fortunately, I have two weeks off coming soon."

"Going anywhere?"

"I may visit some old friends in Myrtle Beach. One says she has a guy for me. I tell you, I'm so horny. I'm on the pill, too, just in case I hook up. I could get used to having a partner - a guy. The last date I had was with a woman and it left me empty."

"Why?"

"I think it's because I can't fall in love with them... and I want to fall in love. With a man. This confuses me."

"I often think that I prefer sex with women about eighty percent of the time. Sometimes, about twenty percent of the time, I need to feel a penis in my mouth. I could never love a man. I can only love a woman. And cock."

"Gee, you are so honest. I understand and I agree with you. It makes me feel better to realize that. I could say the same. It's hard to navigate."

It was only a few days after my encounter with Brian and I had an idea. "Listen, I have a crazy idea - and I may be way out of line - but I may have someone for you. I know a guy who is going through something similar to you. Because he was turned off trying to find a compatible female partner, he turned to bisexuality. He needed to touch and be touched. He liked the bi experience but he still feels more hetero. He's a polite and humble guy. He's also very good looking with a real good body - and to be honest, he had an amazing cock. He's coming over on Thursday, after dinner. Maybe, I can have you both over for dinner?"

"I would like that. It's worth a try. Maybe, he's Prince Charming. I'd like to meet him. And I'm so horny, I could use a good dicking. But I'm busy on Thursday night. I have a Zoom meeting with my sisters. Could we do Friday night instead?" I think the cognac was talking. A few days later, I talked to them and set it up for Friday, not Thursday night. Brian said that he could get out earlier, about nine. First, I thought we could have a little dinner to talk everything over.

Friday night arrived quicker than most days. Brian came by first and he was very nervous. His nervousness manifested itself by excessive silly chatter. I lit a joint to settle him down and poured him a shot of tequila. The combination worked. Soon, he calmed down.

Mari came by a half hour later. I gave her a glass of XO. I introduced the two and called for a pizza delivery. They eyed each other warily. While we waited for the pie, I spoke to the two of them. "Here we are, three bisexuals by choice and chance. I think we all became bisexual because compatible partners were too hard to find and so, in order to stay mentally healthy, we opted for easier orgasms. And, surprisingly, we liked it but not one hundred percent. We still coveted the opposite sex. That's what we are doing today. We're playing, we're experimenting, we're exploring and we're discovering facets of ourselves. There is no judgement here, obviously no means no, and the theme is fun."

The pizza arrived and we sat down. The conversation flowed full of questions and sometimes, answers. It was fascinating watching their dance take place. Turned out, I had nothing to worry about. These two got on better than peas in a pod.

Soon, I was clearing the table. I rolled another joint and refilled their drinks. Mari said, "Ray, you spoil me."

"Oh, yeah? You ain't seen nothin' yet!"

I ushered them into my bedroom where I sat them on the bed. I lit some incense, I dimmed the lights way down and lit a few candles. Now it felt sexy. I placed a tray between them with an ashtray, a couple more joints, a tube of lube and my Magic Wand (a gift from an ex) and our drinks. Mari looked at the tray with a wry smile. "So, I like to suck penis and pussy. Brian likes to suck penis and pussy. Mari likes to suck penis and pussy. What shall we do about it"

"I'm in. I'd love to have both."

"Having two cocks to play with sounds like I went to heaven. Cross this off my bucket list," giggled Mari.

"Alright, the first thing we have to do is get undressed." I stood up and disrobed. As I dropped my drawers, my semi-hard cock flopped out. I thought Mari's eyes would pop out! Instead, she subconsciously licked her lips. I sat on the bed.

Brian was next. He was naked in a flash. His cock hung limp between his legs but it was obviously getting stiffer every moment.

"Oh my God. You're really naked!"

"Stop talking and drop your linen!"

She stood up and stared at our crotches. She wasted no time. When she was down to her thong, our dicks were at full attention. She squealed, "Ooh!" and got up on the bed between us. We sat sipping our drinks, passing the sativa and letting inhibitions disappear. Mari reached down and held our dicks, sort of weighing them in her palms and then let them go. I reached over and caressed her breast. I had wanted to do that since I met her. It felt so soft, her nipples like Hershey Kisses.

She was tracing her fingers around Brian's face. And Brian was massaging her thigh. All good signs. I cleared my throat and they looked at me. "Now, the first thing about a threesome is that the lady comes first. Brian and I are here to serve you, my dear. Now, please lay on your stomach." I cleared the bed. Brian got on one side of her and I, the other. I dripped some warm oil on her feet and we began to massage her feet, toes first. She moaned. Moments later, I felt her body relax and release. I motioned Brian to continue while I moved up to her neck and kissed under her ear. I whispered into her ear," I have dreamed of worshipping your magnificence. And now I get to do it." I kissed her cheek. I kissed her lips. She opened her mouth and, for a divine few minutes we swapped spit. But I had work to do.

I went back to her body and drizzled oil onto her legs. Brian ran his hands along one leg up to her tush and then back. I ran my hands slower, I worked her knee and up her thigh. I ran my hands just into her crack, lightly stroking her womb on the way back down. This time, we both moved up her legs together, his motions mirroring mine. I deferred her butt to him as I poured some oil down between her buttocks. Then, I worked her cheeks while he explored her folds. We wore our erections well. We very hard and stiff as we worked up and over her.

I stopped and motioned to Brian. We still had her arms, back and neck to do before we turned her over. We changed sides. We set her arms at her sides, palms up, and oiled them. We worked her hands and her fingers and then set them back down. I signaled to Brian to work on her arms by setting his cock in her palm, just as I was doing on the other side. As our cocks slid across her palms, she responded to this by moaning and lightly curving her hands to caress us. We continued up her arms and began to rub her back. I got up behind her head and began to stroke her spine from her tailbone to the base of her skull. Several times, my cock ran through her long, lustrous hair. She sighed. I noticed that Brian was running along her back, under her breasts, up to her pits and ending at her shoulders, when I told her to turn over.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she sighed. "Noooo... don't stop." She spoke as she turned over. "I've never felt this good. You guys are brilliant. Don't stop."

"Shhhh," I whispered, "The best is yet to come." I maintained a calm, reassuring tone. "Now, close you eyes and let the wave run through your body. Feel the flow. Get into the moment. Turn over." And then, "You are so beautiful." And she was. Her little body, her curves and her mind, her everything. Her small breasts were perfect. Her thin landing strip mesmerized. I oiled our hands and started on her toes. We worked our way up to the very top of her thighs. I moved Brian over her head so he could work on her chest. I moved between her legs and spread them. I licked up her inner thighs until I reached her spectacular puss. I licked around her anus and taint. She cooed. I licked up her slit and once around her clitoris. I pressed my nose into her canal and took a long whiff. She smelled like candy.

She spread her legs further and I dipped my tongue into her. She trembled and arched up. Slowly, I circled her clit. I went back down to her canal and slipped my tongue in as far as I could. Her honey walls dripped nectar and she was moaning. I looked up and saw that Brian had turned around and was tit-fucking her. I'm certain that this was another first for her by her exuberance in mashing her small breasts together. Each time, he came up through her breasts, she licked the head. But I had business to attend to and I turned my attention back to her wet snatch, which was not a difficult thing to do.

I pressed the tip of my tongue around her anus again. After soaking it, I slipped a finger in one knuckle deep. My attention returned to her clitoris, specifically pushing up on the bottom. I moved the finger in her ass just so slightly. And then I was lost. My mind, my body and her vagina melded. I was so intent on giving her the best head and a gourmet orgasm, it consumed my entire being. I felt her tremble again and then immediately cum as she bounced. My mouth was overflowing with her juices. I continued. I put my hands around the sweetest ass I ever held and devoured her. She started to cum again as her body began to lose control. I tongued faster. She arched again and cried out, "Yeah, oh yeah. Oh, Gawdddddd." She came in a succession of waves, the last breaking in my mouth as she flooded me. She collapsed and pushed my away.

Brian had watched her powerful orgasm take her. I pointed to her pussy and he understood. I moved over while he got between her legs. I held his eight inches of stiffy and placed him into her hole. Slowly, he inched in. She gasped and murmured, "So good. So good." I moved up and began to kiss her. She licked her juices off me. I caressed her breasts. I moved my hand down between them and fondled her clitoris, lightly scratching it. She hiccupped and began to push against Brian's dick. I got up and moved around them, kissing, touching and licking. I held Brian's balls and licked them. I licked around his butt, too. I sat back and watched as my padawans merged. They were good together.

I pushed Brian onto his back and Mari mounted him. As she reached the base, her eyes rolled. Then, something occurred that would change everything. I sat back and watched them make love because that's what they were doing. Mari was rocking back and forth while they sensuously kissed. They dug into each other. I didn't feel left out though. I'd wanted them to hook up but this? I never expected anything like this. Love at first fuck? Does it happen like that? I dug it.

Their ardor was peaking. They were grunting and heaving. They were bouncing. They were kissing and giggling. Brian began to pant, "I-I... cummimng!" Mari responded with a wail as she, too, was reaching her climax. I sat riveted. I could feel their heat several feet away. Mari's labia pressed down against Brian's pubic hair. I was amazed that her little vagina could handle his equipment.

I swear that Mari's eyes rolled upside her head as she flexed and orgasmed accompanied by a long groan. Brian arched his ass up and exploded deep in her womb. His eyes rolled, too. She collapsed onto his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. We were very quiet for quite a while.

Finally, Mari, who wore a well fucked look, said, "By far, that was the best fuck I ever had. Brian, you lived up to your reputation. So, what do you think? Cock or pussy?"

"Why not both?" He looked at me and waved me closer. I placed my dick between their faces. I watched as they managed to kiss each other with a stray cock in the way. I occurred to me that this was not fun and I slowly withdrew my dick. They hardly noticed as they continued to swallow tongue.

I realized that these two had synced up and I was happy for them. Okay, so I didn't cum but I got to feel and taste this amazing toy woman. I decided to get a little more for my troubles. I moved down to their bottoms. Mari was on top of him, resting her clit on his penis. Her pucker looked me in the eye and I went to town on it. I licked, slurped and tongued her, moving down to her canal and drinking her flowing juices. I followed down to Brian's testicles and he began to get hard again. I went back to Mari's vagina and it started to drip of its own accord. I gently slipped him into her as she sat up and pulled him in. It was so naturally done. They were in their own space and I could only spectate.

Their next orgasm hit a new height. He growled and she screamed, all in pleasure. She was a real spitfire and he was a solid hunk. At one point, he actually spun her around on his heat-seeking python of lust. Remarkable.

They finally collapsed on each other and, for a little while, fell asleep. I got up and puttered around in the kitchen. A few minutes went by before Mari walked in. She was nude, too, as she pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry you didn't cum."

I smiled. Looking down on this dark-skinned beauty, I felt a stirring. I said, "Mari, sweet, sweet Mari...(sigh)... You don't know how fortunate I am. See, at my age, sometimes my dick works and sometimes it doesn't. It doesn't bother me a lot anymore, it's just a fact of life. But, I got to go down on you and bring you immense pleasure and, for that, I am grateful. Lucky me."

"Yes, you did do an especially good job on my pussy. I was out of my head after my third orgasm. I was totally in a place somewhere else... like I zoned out. And then, you did the kindest thing. You fed Brian's cock and I had the most extraordinary orgasm in my life. His cock just filled me right. I don't think I ever felt so good. So, I should thank you. You are a forever friend."

She wrapped her arms around me. Our tight embrace was having a reaction and I sprung a chubby quickly. Her nubile, pixie body slid on my body, my hard penis gliding along her flat stomach. She slipped down to her knees and tenderly kissed the helmet. Her tongue snaked around me laving my balls, my taint and my pucker. This was not the unbridled lust I saw earlier. She was so tender and soft, sensuality personified. I was in dreamland.

I stood leaning back on the sink. I did this to keep my legs from buckling. I pushed my groin closer as her nose tickled my pubes. She had this technique where she would slide down my shaft. On the way back up, she tightened her lips and sucked in hard all the way up to my pee hole. She did this several times in a row and it was unfuckingbelieveable.

I heard something and opened my eyes. Brian was standing in the doorway watching and smiling. He idly stroked his dick. I silently waved him over and he got down on his knees next to Mari. He took my hanging balls into his mouth. I began to groan. "Oh, baby... I'm gonna cum. Where... uh... oh..." She was sucking me deep on her upstroke. When she got to the corona, I lost it and began to feed her my cum. Not the volleys of my youth but a steady stream of my sticky cream nut. Brian was there next to her as they swapped back and forth, giggling all the while. I leaned down and joined the tongue-battle. We were all winners.

Brian picked Mari up and sat her on a stool. He spread her legs and slowly pushed his cock into her. She swooned (as the best way to describe it). I stood next to them and tweaked their nipples. I ran my hands down their backs to their butts. I pressed them into each other. "Don't pump. Use your inner muscles and your minds." I watched intently and they entered another zone. It was a kegel exhibition and it was a hit. They sighed with satisfaction. "Now pump slowly," I whispered as I had hands on their tushes pushing them together. As Brian began to move, Mari squeezed. Giggling ensued. Brian picked her up as she locked her legs around him and the sort of slam danced into the bedroom with much more laughter. Ah, The Joy of Fucking!

I finished in the kitchen and left them to copulate while I took a shower. As I came out, I heard them orgasm again. A feeling of warmth came over me. I felt feelings of love sweep over me. These two youngsters had found something unique and wonderful. I didn't feel left out. I felt rewarded that I had brought these two together. I felt their passions, their intimacy and the heat rising off them. When I returned to the bedroom, they were glowing. I had a strong feeling that these two souls found each other.

After that night, Mari and Brian were inseparable. A couple of times, we had our secret night and once, Mari brought her friend, Janelle, to experience an uninhibited and bisexual fest for the first time. That was a great session with Brian showing off his improved oral techniques on me.

Eventually, they moved way to open another state. Oh, yes, Brian and Mari got married and her family business ("Las Ninas") had an MBA ("El Nino") to guide and advise them. I hear from them now and then. It's just another great memory.

4. Another Day, Another Walk in the Park

My dog and I had just stepped from the car when I heard a tell-tale moan coming from another car in the parking lot. The parking lot was hardly full so which car it was, was simple to identify as there were only two, a black Rav4 and a Denali. The Denali had a head rocking in some guys lap in the back seat. I couldn't see the participants. I heard a lady squeal. I smiled as my dog and I headed toward the wooded trail around the disk-golf course.

When we returned to the parking lot, the Denali was gone. As I walked past the Rav4, I recognized the driver as one of my neighbors. She lives a couple of blocks away and I often see her out jogging. I waved and she waved back. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh, we're here a lot. Aren't you a nurse? Why aren't you working?"

"Well, I am in a way. It's my day off. But you saw what I was doing in that car. I saw you."

"Well, damn. I didn't know that was you giving some noisy head!"

"Yeah, it was." She got quiet. "I'm just working my way through school. I'm not a nurse yet."

"You'd probably speed up your journey by just fucking your teachers."

"Oh, believe me, I have. But I still have to pay for my schooling. That just guarantees me an A."

I considered her situation. Obviously, she was smart and had learned how to use her assets. I stood next to her car door and considered those assets. She was a young black woman in her mid twenties. She had a pretty face and a bright smile. She had several piercing and visible tats. That led me to consider the tats I couldn't see. She was wearing a tight tee-shirt with no bra. I could see the outline of her thirty-eight C breasts and the barbell piercings in her nipples. She was wearing a short leather skirt which I assumed hid a tiny thong. I considered her situation again when I noticed her staring at the impression on my ever-tenting shorts.

"So, how much to your charge for your services?"

"Oh, interested? Since I know that you are not cop and I know where you live, I'll tell you. I charge thirty-five dollars to feel me up. Seventy-five for a blowjob, one hundred if you cum in my mouth. One hundred to go down on me. One fifty to fuck. Two fifty an hour for a private session in your house, a hotel room, anyplace you want. Plus fifty an hour added on for kinks and fetishes."

"An impressive menu, a la carte. How's about a blowjob and I come in your mouth. Any discount if we kiss afterwards?"

"I should add fifty for kinks and fetishes."

"What if I make you cum, too?"

"Ah. I see. Negotiations. We'll have to see after - and if - I cum. I rarely do that." She laughed.

"I prefer the privacy of my house but I can't afford your rates." I knew her rates weren't that high. The Art of the Deal.

"Tell you what. I have to go home now, shower and dress for class tonight at seven. I also have to deposit today's pay check..."

"How did you do today?"

"Five blowjobs, two swallows, one touching my body and tips. Not bad for a weekday and no taxes. How about I stop by when I get home. I'll charge you the convenience discount and we just have fun. How about one hundred dollars?"

"It's a deal. I'll see you later. Is there anything you'd like?"

"How nice of you to ask. No, not really. A glass of wine would be nice. And if you could make me cum before I leave, I would appreciate that."

"Your wish is my command."

I drove off with candy and marshmallows dancing around clogging up my brain, my filthy mind on overload. I never paid for sex before and it tickled me to buy a hooker's services. Several hours later, she called me. "Are we still on?"

I looked down at my tent. "The sooner the better, as I see it."

"I'm just putting my kids in. I'll be over when my niece comes over."

Kids? Niece? No sooner had I had time to think about it, my doorbell rang. "So, what you got for me, neighbor?" I took out a crisp Benjamin and set it down on the table. She smiled as she put it in her purse.

I led her into the living room where a glass of Beaujolais and a hand-rolled beauty awaited her. She picked up the glass and took a healthy sip. "Mmmm". I lit the joint and passed it. "Mmmm." She sat down on the couch. "I'd better sit for this." As she sat, her black 'pleather' minidress crept up her thighs. I found myself staring at the red thong under it. I swear her pussy winked at me. She took a hit and passed it to me. "You like what you see? You like my little cooch?"

Taking that as an invitation, I slipped down between her legs. She stretched out and spread her legs. I placed my face over the crotch of her thong and deeply inhaled. I drew her aroma through my sinuses up into my brain. A wet spot was beginning to develop on both our underwear. "I like your little coochie a lot. It smells divine... but how does it taste?" I looked up at her and she smiled back at me. I took this as another invitation.

I unzipped her dress and threw it on a chair. I pulled off her hoodie and tossed that on the chair. Her unfettered breasts were just waiting to be suckled, big and round with oval shaped aureoles and downward pointing nipples. But I had better things to do. I slipped off her red thong and stared at the beauty of her shaved woofer, with a dark labia and a bright pink (and dripping) vagina. I placed my head down and took a few long swipes. I did a few circles around her pearly man-in-the-boat. I stuck my tongue deep into her velvet glove. I lifted her hips and circled her star. Nothing. No reactions. Nothing. I had to step up my game. I placed two fingers into her and I began to probe for her g-spot. That seemed to get a reaction. "Oh yeah, that's nice." That was all I needed. She began to twitch. I sucked on her clitoris while I tickled her insides. I grabbed her ass with one hand and placed a finger near her poop chute. She was wiggling now and pushing against my mouth. Her nectar was flowing, she held her breath and had a small orgasm. I continued in earnest, wrapping my mouth around her clit and tapping it with my tongue. She bucked against me as her orgasm began to rise again. She began to moan and mumble incoherently. I didn't stop. My face was soaked in her cunt juice and I wanted more. She bucked again as she ripped through a few mini-orgasms and I felt her thrash as the big one was on its way. a third finger found its way into her canal and all were playing around her g-spot. She was quite vocal about it, telling me, "harder... harder... Oh my God, do it!"

Her totality erupted between my lips. She squirted over my face buried in her womb. "Wow," I thought, "this woman is cumming like a hurricane flood." She was that. Writhing, moaning, bucking are all motions I respect. Eventually, she started coming down and her body relaxed.

"Wow, baby. You sure can eat some pussy. You really shook me good." She told me this as she traveled down my body. "I'll do you right." She told me this as she gobbled my cock.

I'd like to say that she blew my mind. I mean, I'd like to... but I can't. In all my years, I don't think I ever had a worse blowjob. It had nothing - no style, no warmth, no technique. I never felt anything, no enjoyment, no feeling whatsoever. Of course, I couldn't tell her, a professional blowjobber, that she couldn't suck cock. And I didn't want to offend her, after all, she was trying to do her best. Maybe with other men, they appreciated her efforts but, at best, she was meh. Maybe with other men, they came quickly when a mouth vacuumed their dick. Meh. They say that a bad blowjob is better than no blowjob but I'm not willing to buy that. A bad blowjob is just bad. I can get more enjoyment from my left hand.

After twenty minutes, I could tell her jaw was getting sore so I slipped out of her mouth. I rolled over on my back. "You didn't cum," she said.

I made up a semi-lie. "No, but at my age, these things happen. Don't worry about it, you did fine."

"But you gave me a fine cum. I want to make you cum."

"Not tonight, darlin'." I got up from the bed and started to dress. She, seemingly disappointed, but did likewise.

"Should I charge you, darlin'."

"In fact, no, but I'm going to give you one hundred dollars and another hundred as a tip. How's that?"

Needless to say, she fluttered out giddily, telling she'd see me soon. Like I'd become a regular client. No, I don't think so. I really kind of wanted her out. I was disappointed. I mean, what kind of hooker can't perform an adequate blow job? It's their stock-in-trade. But then, after some thought, I realized that she doesn't have to do more. Most of her work was fast and efficient. She opens her mouth, they stick their dick and then they cum. She spits it out and then splits. Why should she do anymore? It's an easy side hustle. Still, her a la carte menu was too low to make real money. Maybe she liked to do it? Maybe she just needed some mad money? Maybe, she set a low price to spark volume and was happy with a few hundred a day. Tax free? I decided that it was, in fact, a great side hustle.

I no longer felt disappointed. In a way, I admired her. Maybe I would give her a second chance. Who knows? We'll have to let the experience sink in. Here's the thing: I'm in my seventies and this was the first time I ever paid a pro. It wasn't quite what I expected and I certainly didn't get my money's worth but is was a new experience for me and that made it good. For an old man, you catch your thrills where you can.

I did what I often do. I sat down at my computer and wrote this down. Then I went to my erotic story site, read some good threesome porn and jerked off.

5. Epilogue

At my age and without a mate, I find it nearly impossible to find satisfying sex on a regular basis. I occupy my time by doing things, getting involved and not getting lost in my thoughts. I want to be here now. My mantra dances around my skull and calms me.

As I parked my air-conditioned car and got out into the hot humid air, I wondered why the fuck I was there but then I walked my dog toward our favorite woody trail. I thought, "Geez, it's fucking hot!" Then another thought from out of nowhere washed through my synapses. "Maybe I'll see a mommy strolling her baby. And the mommy will have big sweaty tits beneath her tee-shirt. And her sweaty nipples will be making a point. And she'll have a prominent camel-toe in her jogging shorts and... and..." Pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Do you see what I am saying?

A dirty old hippie like me is going to think that way. It just happens. My X-Ray Vision pierces through clothes like advertised. A woman will pass me by and I will have her tits engraved in my mind and her nipples still etching. Sometimes, a runner will pass by and I'll watch his bulge. I'm human. I'm sorry. That's the way I think. I'm old and horny. Okay, I'm not sorry.

As we walked along the path, I could hear a murmur off in the woods We walked one hundred feet further when I smelled it. Up ahead was a tall thin guy and smaller girl next to him. I walked by them and jokingly stuck my head between them and deeply inhaled. The guy toked the joint and blew the smoke in my face. I smiled.

"No, you're doing it wrong. Do it like this." She flipped the joint into her mouth and shotgunned the pot into my open mouth. I inhaled deep and the exhaled through my nostrils. I turned to her and pecked her cheek. I turned to him and pecked him on the cheek, as well. Then I turned back to the path and continued our walk.

It was like I was back in '68 during the "Summer of Love". I was euphoric. I was reliving the groove I felt then some fifty years later. Suffice to say, it made my day.

Anything can happen on any given day in any place. You've got to believe that. It's true. Sometimes I feel like Mr. Natural or I'm in a Far Side cartoon or in a panel of The Strange World of Mr. Mum. Is this real? Define real. In a heartbeat, I can find myself in a situation where I become euphoric. It can go the other way, too, but why even consider the Dark Side when opportunity knocks. It's a better way to live. You've just got to be open to it.

It's hot and the clouds blowing in from the bay look ominous. We continue the walk but at a faster pace. As we approach the parking lot, I see the stoner couple getting into a car. I see a big white Denali several rows away. I see a Ford Explorer rocking so I assume business is booming. I thrill to see a "Las Ninas" car tooling through the park to another job. I see an older gent sitting on a bench, scanning the scene. I see two mommies pushing their strollers to the cars. I see one clearly. She's in good shape after the birth and her breasts are big. Still nursing, I presume. My lust kicks in. My X-Ray Vision homes in on her dripping nipples. My dick lurches in my shorts.

It's just another day. I think I'll go home and jerk off.