Jim and Charlie
Jim was a newcomer to the building. He was a Canadian by birth and came to the United States some forty years ago to work in the construction field. He had just turned seventy and decided to pursue a more leisurely life, putting behind him the years he worked hard. Added to the hard work of his occupation, he came home to face the additional mundane chores of housekeeping and lawn trimming. His whole life was dedicated to his work, his home, and his mother who lived with him the last ten years of her life. His life was hard, but it was also dedicated to caring for others, especially his mother.
On his first day at Carter Court, ninety year old Charlie noticed Jim's befuddlement over routines at meals. He seemed not to be sure of mail and other institutional arrangements. After breakfast, one morning, therefore, Charlie came to Jim, introduced himself, and offered to become his mentor during this period of adjustment. They hit it off immediately. Charlie's warmth and the younger Jim's need for assistance seemed fated. For Jim, it was a reversal of roles. He had dedicated his life to others, particularly his mother. Here, on the other hand, was someone offering his help to him. He accepted in bemused silence. So when ninety-year-old Charlie's said, "Let me be your guide while you're adjusting to Carter Court," Jim responded with a firm handshake and a partial, affectionate embrace of Charlie. An indescribable electrical charge passed through Charlie and Jim in that embrace and their friendship, unknown to both at the time, was sealed. Simply put, Charlie loved Jim and Jim loved Charlie. Both noticed something new in their lives.
When Jim and Charlie met outside or in the building, real feelings of warmth and closeness surfaced. It was evident in their smiles. It was evident in their touching. It was evident in their actively searching for each other's companionship. Jim may have initiated contact first. Neither, now, remembers who was the first. But, one day, Jim, who drove, asked Charlie if he'd like to take a drive in the country. For both, it turned into a day of joy and wonder. It was a leisurely and slow paced outing that ended with dinner at a country inn. Another time, it was Charlie who asked Jim to join him for a walk through the park. Still, later, Charlie asked Jim to join him for dinner at his daughter's house, an hour's drive from Carter Court. But there were other, more intimate signs. Charlie spent most of his time in Jim's apartment where they sat and talked and delighted in one another's company. From the onset, they sat side by side on Jim's sofa when they talked or watched television. Often Charlie would fall asleep during a program, his head resting gently on Jim's shoulder or chest. Jim would cradle Charlie's head gently in his arms in these moments of spontaneous sleep. Neither was embarrassed afterwards by these manifestations of intimacy.
As time went on, there wasn't even a subtlety about affection. When watching television, Charlie lay on his back with his head in Jim's lap. And as they watched, Jim's hand would find its way inside Charlie's shirt and gently massage his chest and arms. There was no conscious sexuality to any of these actions at first. Each felt free to touch and love without resorting to genital love. Charlie often responded to these mini massages with, "That's so relaxing, Jim."
One evening, Jim said, "Charlie, let's go into the bedroom and let me give you a real nice massage. It should make you feel real good."
In the bedroom, Charlie sat on the side of the bed while Jim removed Charlie's shoes and socks. Then he removed his shirt to reveal a chest covered with gray hair that extended down below the buckle of his pants. "Lay back now, Charlie, and let me get your pants and shorts off." Charlie aided Jim by lifting his waist. Charlie now lay naked, revealing gray hairs extending down his oval belly to his navel, to his flaccid cock. "Now lay back, close your eyes and let me massage you into oblivion, Charlie," Jim whispered softly. Jim began with Charlie's head. He massaged his brow and face gently, taking pains to put gentle pressure on the eyes and temples. Jim coupled this massage with tender kisses on the eyes and mouth. These were only light lip caresses but they sent a shudder of affection through Charlie. "Oh! That feels good, Jim," Charlie murmured.
The massage continued to the neck and chest. In a circular motion, Jim's warm hands massaged his neck and nape, putting a light relaxing pressure on the base of the spinal column at the back of Charlie's neck. Jim's massage continued slowly and gently over the chest and stomach area, interspersed with a gentle sucking of the nipples on Charlie's breast. They hardened as he did so and Charlie felt a tingling sensation that delighted him. Jim then moved to the pubic area, taking care to avoid direct contact with Charlie's cock. He massaged the crevices between Charlie's testicles and groin, alternating with a gentle circular motion of the entire pubic area. He grasped Charlie's testicles tenderly in his hand and kneaded them gently. Charlie's cock responded to these caresses even though it remained in a flaccid state. But the sensuality of this massage played on Charlie's excitement and sexual pleasure. Jim continued down Charlie's legs to his feet. He worked the muscles of the groin and the knees gently but firmly. When Jim reached Charlie's feet, he took special pains to massage each toe and the crevices of each toe. He rubbed the insole of Charlie's feet with the ball of his hand, putting hard and firm pressure on those muscles. Charlie could feel the effects of this foot massage in the upper reaches of his body. He turned Charlie gently on his stomach now and began the massage again from the nape of the neck. Jim used long pressured strokes on Charlie's back that started at the neck and extended down to his buttocks. He spread Charlie's legs wide and kneaded his buttocks tenderly, paying close attention to the base of Charlie's spine and the anal region between Charlie's asshole and the base of his cock. It was the area of the prostate and the extended musculature of Charlie's cock. Under him, Charlie could feel his cock getting hard. He also felt Jim's tongue probing his asshole and the base of his cock. He moaned approval. They continued this way for what seemed hours to Charlie. Finally, Jim turned Charlie over on his back again to reveal a semi erect cock dripping with juices from his prostate.
Now, for the first time in this encounter, Jim attended to Charlie's cock. He took it deep into his mouth and sucked. He alternated with continued massaging of Charlie's stomach and testicles. The whole massage now led to a climactic end. Charlie, at the peak of his excitement, thrust his hips and his now hard cock into Jim's warm mouth. He felt Jim's tongue wrap itself around the head and rub it into a state of heightened sensitivity. As Charlie's thrusts grew faster, so did his excitement. Then it came. He took Jim's head into the palms of his hands, pressed downward, stretching taut the foreskin of his hard cock and exploded. "Oh! My God, Jim, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried. It was an orgasm that came from the deepest part of his body and mind, a result of a long, gentle two-hour loving massage. Afterwards, Jim undressed and lay naked, his body pressed tightly to Charlie for the rest of the night.
From that day on, they slept together and loved together.
Chapter 12
Cynthia
Cynthia just turned 80 when she came to Carter Court. She was a small woman. Some would even describe her as diminutive. Charlie's off the cuff remark described her as a "table top variety." Fred referred to her as a "spinner." By that he meant you could put her on your dick and spin her around like a top, an expression that dated back to World War 1. Cynthia's demeanor was pleasant and everyone who met her fell in love with her immediately. If one were pushed to give a reason for this liking, it would be difficult to come up with a straight answer. Inevitably, people would come back to Cynthia's engaging smile and looks and a sense of helplessness that suggested fragility. In fact, her daughter put her in Carter Court because of this aura of helplessness. In addition, she couldn't understand her mother's naturalness about her body, a naturalness she practiced when her husband still lived.
The daughter often came home to find Cynthia strolling about quite naked. Oftentimes, if the daughter entered her mother's room, she would find her on the bed or in a chair, her legs spread apart, masturbating. The daughter's sense of prudery couldn't understand these moments and decided to lay the blame on senility or Alzheimer's. In any case, she didn't feel that her mother's actions were appropriate to her age and station. Needless to say, Cynthia picked up on her daughter's tacit disapprovals and tensions began to mount between them. So when the daughter suggested moving to Carter Court, Cynthia jumped at the opportunity since she was not a person to argue. She could have pointed out to her daughter that coming into her room unannounced was inappropriate. Or that masturbation was a normal form of release. Or that age had nothing to do with sexual responsiveness and desires. But she disliked arguing and held her peace.
Her moving to Carter Court was not without apprehensions. What were the people like? What adjustments would she need to make? Would she be treated as an adult and not a child? These were questions that continually lurked behind that ingenuous smile of hers, the smile that everyone warmed to. Her adjustment to Carter Court was rapid. In no time, a sense of tranquility overtook her. And the reasons were obvious. She could do as she wanted without censure from anyone. She felt comfortable, for example, walking around her apartment in the nude. She felt free to enjoy her body without any recriminations. She made love to herself everywhere, on the sofa, in the tub, on the bed, in front of mirrors, on the floor in the warmth of the sun that shone brightly into her easterly positioned apartment. Loving herself was not hard, either. When she looked into a mirror, she saw a pretty woman. Her deep brown eyes stood out on her thin aristocratic face. The silvery gray of her hair offered additional contrast to those brown eyes. Her nose was finely chiseled and in perfect proportion to the rest of her face. Underneath her clothing, her diminutiveness revealed a body pleasant to behold. Her breasts were well formed and firm. The mirror also revealed a flat stomach, accenting a pronounced vulva with an abundance of pubic hair, unusual in an aging woman. The only thing that betrayed her age were the gray hairs on her head and the pepper and salt hair on her vagina. But what made Cynthia most lovable was her winsome smile and, without exception, everyone at Carter Court loved her.
This winsomeness had its problems, too. Loving leads to touching and everyone at Carter Court, man or woman, could not talk to Cynthia unless they touched her. With men, in particular, she sensed a touching which was sensual and inviting. But unknown to anyone, except her and her late husband, there was always a fear of sexual intercourse because of a constricted vaginal opening. Sex with her husband was mostly obligatory. She never enjoyed it because of the pain the penetration caused. She always had to masturbate after sex to experience the delights of release, something her husband understood and abetted. But after he died, how did one explain this phenomenon to anyone. Instead, she masturbated, enjoyed herself, and avoided sexual encounters. Creative, solitary sex was her answer. In fact, over the years, she became an expert on loving self and searched her mind and body for innumerable ways to please herself sexually.
