Starting Over

It wasn’t the same without him. The apartment was different although nothing had been changed. He was gone yet I could smell him. His scent lingered like a ghost. Now after thirty years, at the age of seventy, I found myself alone again. No, not just alone, cut off from life. Without Frank there was no live! Sure I was breathing, eating and sleeping but a big chunk of me was buried with him, cold and unmoving.

I stayed in the apartment three weeks without once venturing outside. I ate little; just can foods that we always kept stored away incase of a hurricane and slept. The telephone rang often, but it went ignored. I didn’t want to see any of our old friends. Just the sight of them would remind me of him and reopening my bleeding mental wound.

But finally the urge to venture out came over me as though Frank himself was telling me to do it. Please, go out for a drink! The words formed in my mind and I could hear his voice saying them.

Somehow I dragged up enough courage to leave the apartment. But even as I closed the door, I felt as though I was abandoning Frank. Yet, the voice came again or so it seemed to me and I headed for Tropics.

God! How many times had we gone to the bar and restaurant? I couldn’t begin to count them. But it had been a year since I had set foot inside. Once we found out that Frank had liver cancer, we had stopped going out and kept to ourselves, just enjoying each other.

Tropics was more crowded than usual. And as I pushed my way through the crowd toward the bar I briefly wonder why it was so packed, then I suddenly realized that it was Tuesday and two for one dinners in the restaurant. I really wanted to turn around and go back home, as I wasn’t up to being exposed to so many people, but the urge that had forced me out of the apartment kept me walking toward the bar.

Mike was behind the bar and although I hadn’t ordered a drink from him in over a year, he brought me a gin and tonic without even asking. There are lots of bartenders in Fort Lauderdale, but only one Mike!

The fish tank at the other side of the bar seemed to beckon

me, promising peace watching it colorful inhabitants as they swam around inside. As I grew near I recognized a couple of the fish, but other was completely new to me. The brown fish with the white strips, which Frank had dubbed “Grouch” was still there chasing other fish from his territory when ever they ventured to near the forest of coral where he lingered. I thought of Frank again and how the two of us used to watch Grouch as we drank out gin and tonics.

“He’s a nasty one.”

I hadn’t realized that someone was beside me also staring into the fish tank until the man spoke. I tore my tearing eyes from old Grouch and glanced to my right.

He didn’t look like Frank at all. Where Frank had been chubby and short, the old man standing next to me was tall and skinny. And unlike Frank he wasn’t handsome. In fact the tall old man’s was down right homey. But then he smiled at me. There was nothing that he could have done to touch me more than giving me a honest smile.

“Yes, he is.” I found myself saying.

“I haven’t seen you here before. You visiting or just moved down.” The tall old man asked.

“No, I’ve lived here for twenty years.” I answered as I surveyed this face. The old man’s ears were too big as was his nose, but his eyes were sky blue and piercing.

“My name’s Ted.” The old man held out his hand.

I hesitated. Then I reached out to him. I felt a strange tingle as my hand touched his big rough old hand. I glanced into his eyes. He smiled again. “I didn’t catch your name with all the noise.” He said, reminding me that I hadn’t given him my name.

“Al” I mumbled.

We exchanged smiles in silence as we stared in each other’s eyes.

“With all the noise, it’s hard to carry on a conversation in here. I love the way Huston singes, but it makes it hard for me to hear. And Al I’m in the mood for conversation.” The old man told me. He took a sip of his drink while he waited for my answer.

“I... I... “ I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t really ready to talk to anyone but then I suddenly had an image of Frank smiling and nodded his head. “Where can we go?” I finally answered.

“You mind coming to my place in Pompano?” The old man asked sitting his drink on the bar in front of the fish tank. “I have plenty of liquor and coffee too.”

Still I hesitated.

“I don’t ask just everybody to my place. But you are special.” The old man added. “Come on you look like you need some company.”

I could feel a tear running down my cheek. I just nodded and sat my drink beside him and followed him through the crowd toward to door as Huston sang a beautiful romantic song. I nodded my head at Huston as I passed the piano. Always quick with his wonderful expression, he smiled and nodded his head as the words of the song flowed from his mouth the way they do from a songbird.

“Just follow me. If I get ahead I’ll stop and wait for you.” The old man said as we parted.

A thousand times on the drive to Pompano, I thought about just turning back and going home. But something kept me following the homely looking old man. Each time I thought about turning back, I would remember his smile. Damn, I needed someone to smile at me like Frank had for so many years.

The old man’s condo turned out to be located on the West Side of A1A. It was a modest building. But when I entered the old man’s apartment, the living room was nice and large.

“Name your poison?” The old man said as he closed the door of the apartment.

“Gin and tonic.” I said suddenly feeling the need for something to fortify me. I strangely felt nervous at been alone with the old man. I wanted something to happen between us but also fear it.

“Here we go.” The old man said when he returned from the kitchen. He handed me the drink. His hand touched mine during the exchange. Again I felt a warm tingle radiate from the touch.

Then as thought he had felt the same feeling, the old man suddenly stepped nearer to me. Our lips met. I kept my mouth closed. He kissed me on the lips. His kiss was warm and irresistible. I parted my lips allowing his wet warm tongue inside. He didn’t rush in. He licked my lips and only after he had me breathing fast did he slowly push his tongue inside.

I suddenly found myself trying to hug the old man while still holding my drink. It was as thought his kiss had opened the floodgate holding back my passion. I returned his delightful deep kiss. Our tongues intertwined. We seemed to melt into one as we kissed and exchanged our need for each other. His strong desperate need for me totally surprised me as it mirrored my own need for him.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” The old man said as he broke out embrace.

Like a little lost puppy, I followed the tall old man inside his bedroom. Then we began to strip our clothes off while watching each other. The old man’s body was totally opposite from mine. I am over weight, with a big belly and hairy gray chest. He was slender and muscular, for someone his advanced age, and almost hairless. My pecker is small and circumcised while, like him, his uncut dick was long. And his organ began to swell quickly as he stared across the room at me.

I hadn’t been fucked in months. The sight of the old man’s long dick caused my old asshole to twitch with anticipation. I stood waiting for him to come to me. As he approached I notice his extremely low hanging balls. They looked like they had been stretched they hung so low. And also I noticed the old man’s nipples. They were huge and elongated as if they too had been worked on many times.

As he stepped so close to me that his long hard pecker was poking into my navel, I automatically grabbed his nipples and began twisting them like I used to do with Frank’s. The old man grunted his pleasure as our lips met again. Delicious was his kiss. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue in my mouth to satisfy me. I devoured his tongue as our kiss turned urgent and passionate.

Then while still twisting his left nipple, I reached down with my free hand and grabbed the old man’s nuts. I pulled on them gently at first then when he grunted while we kissed, I really began to pull down on his old sac stretching it more and more as he moans grew louder.

I could feel the old man’s uncut peck throbbing against my navel. I loved the feel of his foreskin against my sensitive belly button. Then he started hunching my navel and I knew it was time to let him inside me. And sure enough he began to maneuver us toward the bed.

When we reached the side of the bed he turned me around so that my back was facing the bed and pushed me back causing me to fall on the bed with him on top of me. Then as I kept my grip on both his nipple and his nuts, the old man guided his pecker head to my asshole. I felt the soft foreskin against the bud of my asshole. It felt wonderful as he rubbed it back and forth against my old asshole, caressing it with his foreskin.

Then the softness of his foreskin gave way to the rock hardness of his pecker head. My old ass, not having been penetrated in months resisted. But the old man persisted. He would not be denied access to my old ass pussy. He kept putting more and more pressure on the hard head of his pecker, forcing it to pry open my resisting asshole.

I cried out. He stifled my outcry with a deep kiss as he forced more of his pecker head into me. I moaned in pain as it had been months since Frank had last fucked me and his dick wasn’t much bigger than mine. My old asshole wasn’t used to something so big as the head of the old man’s pecker.

Then his pecker head was completely inside me. A painful cramp gripped my asshole. If I could I would have pulled away from the old man pecker, but I couldn’t. But I did squeeze his balls as hard as I could giving back the pain. He moaned. I grunted as he savagely sent his pecker deep inside me.

The pain of his penetration turned quickly to pleasure. Even as he stroked my ass with his long pecker, I started enjoying the deep penetrating strokes of his long old pecker.

As he picked up the tempo and really began to fuck me hard and fast, the old man reached down and grabbed my little peter and started jacking it. The feel of his old rough hand on my little dick sent spasms of pleasure through me. I was suddenly lost in our pleasure as we seemed to become one.

Even as he shot off inside me and I sprayed my cum onto his stomach, we never stopped kissing. Only when his long dick finally slipped out of my asshole as it deflated, did he roll off me. And even then he gripped my hand in his as we lay side by side.

“I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time.” The old man told me.

I suddenly started telling him about Frank. When I finished I said. “I’m not sure that I’m ready for another relationship”

“I’ll take my chances.” The old man said as he rubbed his hand over the gray hair on my chest. “Now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting you get away.”