Life in Fort Lauderdale

The first time walking into Chardee’s is special if, like me you come from a small town where there isn’t many older gay men, or even gay men of any age and you walk into chardee’s on a Friday night about 7:30 P.M. you’ll think you have just died and gone to heaven there were so many old good-looking men packed shoulder to shoulder in the bar. Anyway, that’s how I felt when I walked into the Chardee’s my first time.

I couldn’t keep my eyes from flickering from one old man’s face to another as I threaded through the crowd to the bar near the short stairs leading from the entrance to the lower flooring of the bar area. I saw a blue-eyed grandpa with solid white hair, a bald grandpa with dark brown eyes, and grandpas of all hair conditions and eye color in between.

The bartender was a slim guy with a pale complexion and delicate face with alert eyes. He noticed me immediately and after severing a Martini to a chubby man in his sixties, quickly turned his attention to me.

“And what will you have?” He asked.

I couldn’t place his accent. Thought I detected a hint of German, but wasn’t sure.

“A Bud.” I said as I reached between to old guys sitting at the bar to place a twenty-dollar bill on the bar. One of the old men was my type, slim, gray haired and fatherly looking while the other one was old but very feminine. “Excuse me.” I said looking at the gray haired old man when I reached between the two for the beer that the bartender placed on the bar.

“Sure.” The gray haired old man said turning to look at me for the first time. “I haven’t seen you hear before.” I stated.

“That because I just moved down here.” I said. “It’s my first time in Chardee’s. But I’ve heard a lot about it.” I said almost creaming in my pants that someone so handsome as the old man would talk to me. “You live here?” I asked as the bartender put my change on the bar. I picked up everything but two dollars.

“Have for twenty years.” The old man answered his head tilted up and then down as he gave me the once over. “Came here from New York.” He added.

“I lived in the Village in the early seventies.” I said as I looked into the old man’s incredible blue eyes. I had never seen eyes like his. And his face was lined and weathered and so fatherly looking that I started getting a hard on as I stared at him.

“Did you buy a condo or a house?” The old man asked. He smiled seeing how intensely I was looking at him.

“You got me confused with someone with money.” I said. “I rented a tiny apartment on Bayview Drive.” I added.

“Well that’s a nice area. And nothing wrong with renting.” The old man said as he lifted his drink. I smelled Scotch whisky. “What kind of job do you have?” He asked.

“I’m a real estate agent.” I said proudly.

“Then good luck. You going to need it. There are over four thousand real estate agents in Broward County.” The old man informed me.

“Yea, I know. That’s why I took a job as a rental agent.” I told him.

“Well, you probably made a smart decision.” The old man said as I felt his leg touch mine. I like the light sexy touch of his knee against my leg. It sent chill bumps down my spine. I couldn’t believe that someone so handsome and fatherly looking was taking a shine to me.

“I hope so.” I said as I let my left hand drop to my side and slowly reached down and touched his thigh. I could feel his flesh beneath the soft fabric of his slacks. I rubbed his thigh with my fingers. “I do need to make some money fast and they tell me that I can do that in the rental business.”

Suddenly his right hand was down touching my hand. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled it over to his crotch. Breathing like a marathon running dashing for the finish line, I pressed my hand against the crotch of his slacks. I touched his soft dick. It felt thick. Then I move my fingers down and felt his balls beneath the fabric of his slacks. They were big and watery, reminding me of a big bull we had on the farm when I was a kid. I used to enjoy watching the bull’s huge balls swing from side to side as he walked in the pasture. I wondered if they old man’s huge balls swung back and forth when he walked. My dick began to throb, touching his huge balls excited me so much.

“You want to come out to the car with me.” The old man leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Sure.” I said.

“Let me go first. I’ll meet you on the street behind the bar.” The old man said and then got up from his barstool.

 I watched as he pushed his way through the crowd. He was taller than I had thought. God! Did the old man look wonderful! I got up after I figured he had time to get outside and quickly followed him out. I found the tall old man waiting for me just around the corner of the bar.

“My car is here.” He said pointing to a black Caddy. And proceeded to unlock the door and get inside. I hurried around to the street side of the car and got in. “Well, you are a nice looking man.” The old man told me. “How old are you?”

“Fifty-seven.” I answered as I looked down at his crotch to see what he was doing with his hands. He was unzipping his fly. I watched as he fished his fingers inside and pulled out first his short cut dick and then after much struggling his huge set of bull sized balls. “Go ahead and play with them like you were doing in the bar.” The old man told me.

“It’s it dangerous?” I asked.

In answer the old man reached over and grabbed me behind the neck and pulled me toward his crotch. “No, I’ll watch out.” He said in a voice charged with sexual excitement. “Get down there and lick my balls.” He ordered me his voice suddenly stern like my father’s voice used to be.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the first time I had ever seen my father’s big balls. He had come home drunk one night and after a fight with my mother he had gone to bed while my mother had gone into my sister’s room to sleep with her. I vividly remember how I had waited until I was sure my mother was asleep before sneaking into my father’s bedroom.

Even after all the years that have passed since that time when I was a boy, I remember how he looked laying on the bed completely naked. Like the old man I had just met, my father had been tall and his hair even at that time had been gray. I wonder if the old man’s chest was also covered with thick hair like my father’s had been.

I can’t remember how long I had stood there staring at my naked father on the bed before gaining the courage to walk up to the edge of the bed and reached my hand down to touch his huge balls. And when he didn’t stir, I and touched his dick and after a little more time passed had pulled back the foreskin of my father’s dick to see the head of his dick. And then with my hand on his balls I had stood beside the bed and jacked my young dick until I shot off on my father’s hairy stomach.

Remembering that scene with my father got me so excited that I no longer cared that I was in a car parked along side of a well-traveled street. I started licking the old man’s big balls as I grabbed his circumcised dick and began to play with it. I pushed my face against his soft big balls. It felt wonderful.

“Bite my balls!” The old man ordered. “Bit them hard!”

I hesitated.

The old man swatted me on the back of the head with the flat of his hand. “Come on and bit my balls.” He voiced sound just like my father’s.

Suddenly I took one of his huge balls in my mouth and sank my teeth gingerly into its watery flesh. This caused the old man to moan. The sound spurred me on. I bit down harder. The old man cried out but didn’t tell me to stop. Instead he reached down and brushed my hand from his short thick dick and began to jack himself hard and fast as I bit his balls.

Suddenly I felt something wed striking my foreheads. I pulled my face up and caught a big gob of cum on my chin.

“Suck it clean.” The old man ordered pushing my mouth to his dick. I obeyed like I used to obey my father whenever he ordered me to do something. I caught the last few squirts of his sperm in my mouth and swallow it. “Great! That was great!” The old man said as he pushed my head from his lap.

I pulled my handkerchief out of the back pocket of my jeans and cleaned my face. “Yes I enjoy it.” I said smiling.

“Guess we better get back inside.” The old man said.

“Do you life near here?” I asked.

“No!”

“You want to come over to my place.” I asked.

The old man looked at me as thought I had said something dirty. “Hey, I’ve got a lover in the bar. I can’t go to your place or anyone’s place. I came in the bar with him and I leave with him.” He told me as he opened his door.

“I thought . . .”

“Don’t! Let’s get back inside before my friend comes looking for me. He’s very jealous.” The old man informed me. “But I can’t be seen walking in with you. Let me go first.” He told me once I was out of the car and we were heading back to the bar.

“Yea, sure.” I said hanging back as he turned the corner of the bar. I stopped and let the old man go ahead. For a long minute I stood there trying to decide if I should even return to the bar. The old man had been everything I had been looking for. I felt crushed as I finally headed back to the bar.

Nobody seemed to notice me enter. I hurried to the bar and luckily caught the eye of Jimmy. The Bud he gave me felt good in my hand. I drank almost half of it quickly. The alcohol made me feel better. And in a few moments I was again looking around as I moved away from the bar and among the crowd of old men.

I looked from one old man’s face to another, but my thoughts were tainted by the image of the incident in the old man’s car. I judged every face against his and found no one appealing. Finally I just chugged down the rest of my beer and had turned to leave when someone said.

“Hello.”

To be continued.