As he lay on his bed, his once hard cock softening in his hand and his chest and stomach awash with his semen, Lenny Purves thought that masturbation was good in the short run, but what he really needed was a real pussy to feast upon and sink himself into.
He was once again in Germany, performing six nights a week, at his favourite bar, as he had done for the last twenty years. A one room apartment came with the job. It wasn't luxurious, but it was practical. As they say in England, "it did what it said on the tin." He had room which was bedroom cum lounge cum dining room. He also had bathroom and a kitchen
The clock on the bookshelf said the time close to ten o'clock, in the morning and he'd been awake for about an hour.
He had a tried and tested routine. After waking up, he would put on a t shirt and shorts and after a visit to bathroom, he would go to the kitchen and make himself a cup of coffee. His kitchen window overlooked the main street and as he sipped his mug of steaming brew, he took pleasure in watching the city awaken. He would then head back to bed to relax for a while, with his coffee and his mobile phone, before finally getting up to greet the day.
Once he was back on the mattress, Lenny opened his phone's browser and went to an erotic story website. He had been reading about two mature female friends who, through circumstances beyond their control, became lovers and even took younger men to their beds and had all kinds of adventures.
It was a good story and he added it to his favourites list. Whilst reading the story, Lenny began to feel horny and it wasn't long before he was sporting an erection.
As he held his phone in his left hand, his right hand massaged his hardening shaft. Precum flooded from the tip, as his hand moved over the wet, glistening dome.
He put down his phone, gathered some of the clear, sticky liquid on the middle finger of his right hand and smeared it over his anus. He slid the finger past his sphincter and up to the first knuckle. He wiggled it around, inside his rectum, as he read the graphic details in the story.
Lenny put down his and began to think through a scenario that he had for his own erotic story, Slowly, he began to feel the sap rising along his stiff shaft. He buried his head back into the pillow and pushed his middle finger, into his ass, as far as it would go.
That served as the catalyst and soon his cock erupted, spraying semen across his torso and stomach. He hadn't masturbated in many weeks and there was so much of the creamy, white fluid that it filled his belly button.
"Not bad for a guy of my age," he thought.
At the age of sixty, he had been under the impression that his days of sex, drug and rock 'n' roll were over. Not that he had ever had anything to do with drugs, in his younger days, but he did enjoy a few years of debauchery. He called those times his "Wilderness Years." They were times when he thought he was lost. As he had gotten older, he remembered those times with some fondness, but deep inside, he wasn't proud of the man he was, back then
It was towards the end of the nineties and he had been in a three year old relationship, with a woman that he thought was "The One". The sex was mind blowing and their relationship, on the whole, was good. At least for two and half years. He was completely and wholly in love with Charley (short for Charlene, but she hated that name). She was beautiful, blond and had a killer body. Her breasts were fake, he found out later, but not crazy "out there" kind of fake. She kept herself fit by training at the gym and her ass....oh her ass....round, soft. He could lose himself for hours between those cheeks. Mind you, she wasn't into anal play or anal sex.. Which was fine, at that time, because neither was Lenny.
But their relationship was also intense. Sometimes she would explode on him, for reasons he could never understand. It would take days for her to calm down and even then she wouldn't explain or make him understand what it was that had put him in the doghouse.
Sometimes, that kind of intensity would invade his work. He would later describe to friends and fellow colleagues, that her presence, when seated at the piano, was like having a guard dog sitting there. If she so much as sniffed that a woman was interested in him, she would verbally send innocent woman away and accuse him of cheating on her. She even put it to him once, that had she not been in the room at the time, he would most probably have taken "the woman" to bed.
Numerous times, his mind was left spinning and despite his protestations and numerous promises that he would never entertain such an idea, she would not believe him.
It was much later, after the relationship ended that he analysed everything and came to the conclusion that she was a very insecure woman, despite her outward appearance. Before him, she had been married, divorced and had taken two more lovers after that, both of which had ended acrimoniously. In fact, when Lenny came along, Charley was already in a relationship and looking for a way out. Lenny provided the means of escape. Ironically, for someone who was so insecure that she thought her boyfriend was always cheating on her, when her back was turned, their relationship ended because she cheated on him, while he was away on the road. It stung, when Lenny learned of her infidelity. Least of all because the admission came from the lips of her best friend.
He was away on a job in Germany and noticed that the phone conversations with Charley were becoming strained. He told her that he loved her and Charley would respond by saying that she didn't need the "lovey-dovey" stuff, because he wasn't there.
The penny finally dropped that something was amiss when she informed him that she wouldn't be home when he came back from Germany. When he asked where she would be, she said that she was going away, to spend sometime with friends, on their boat. When he asked who the friends were, she evaded the question by asking him if it was alright that she had friends. But the next thing to come out of her mouth was what left Lenny feeling worried and really suspicious.
"When you get home, we really need to talk," she said. "I can't go on like this and we don't really have much of a sex life anymore."
Those words still rang in his memory, even twenty seven years later. Even though she had been out of his life for so long and he never really gave Charley much thought, occasionally she would drift into his memory, like pieces of a shipwreck.
For seven years afterwards, he was like a man possessed. If it breathed and had a hole between its legs, he was fucked it. Even though he was particular about the women he slept with, he had some limits of course. Nothing younger than his son and nothing older than his mother. Having said that, the age limits adjusted accordingly. But he fucked anything that wasn't nailed down. Beautiful girls, middle aged woman, thin scrawny chicks, fat overweight, but grateful girls. He justified his actions by telling himself that he'd lived like a monk for over three years and it was his turn to have some fun.
A few one night liaisons turned into short term relationships, if he felt that they were good fuck in the long term. But the moment any woman or girl tried to turn what they had into anything more than he wanted it to be, he ended the relationship right there.
After a lot of self analysis, once again, he put his attitude down to having a deep mistrust of women in general, which was a direct result of him being cheated on before. He wasn't misogynistic, as one past girlfriend described him. He really liked women. He just didn't want to get that close ever again. He didn't want to love someone with the intensity that he loved Charley.
Then Haley walked into his life and changed it, for the better.
Bubbly, funny, intelligent, beautiful and ten years his junior. He fell for her in a way that he didn't think he could. He was still guarded after two years into their relationship, but a voice in his head kept telling him that he wasn't getting any younger and if he pursued his present course, he was going to end up a lonely, old man.
Haley, like Charley, was blond. But that was where the similarity ended. Whereas Charley was insecure, jealous and needy, Haley was independent, sure of herself, smart and knew exactly what she was getting with Lenny from the first night she slept with him. Years later, he would sometimes wonder what it was she saw in him that made her fall in love with him. Their relationship appeared one that would stand the course, which is why it was a shock to everyone that knew them when Haley announced out of the blue, over dinner one night, that she couldn't do it anymore. There wasn't anyone else, she assured Lenny. It wasn't Lenny's fault either. Nothing he'd done or hadn't done. She just felt that their relationship had gone as far as it could and that they were drifting apart.
