Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com/
Billie settled down to write a letter to the local school board. He wanted to divert his devotion with his experience in charity work from senior citizens to his interest in kids. He needed inspiration to do this project to prevent a nervous breakdown. He had to be tactful with the school board and not flaunt his deep rooted opinions. Not aware how those in control would react to an older gay man forming a group with young kids, he knew had to be politically correct, yet understand their rules and regulations. But he was flustered. He usually reacted in outbursts, when someone disagreed with what he said.
After several hours formulating the letter, he realized his efforts were not sufficient enough to sway those in authority. “Damn! It’s nowhere completed. What in the fuck am I trying to prove?” He yelled.
Bradley came into the study, prancing and barking to announce Glenn’s arrival.
“Shit! Glenn’s early, and I haven’t finished this letter.”
“Why are you home so early?” Billie asked.
“The computers are down and won’t be up until tomorrow. I couldn’t sell a thing, so I left,” Glenn complained. “How’s your writing coming?”
“Not well. I may go back to writing fiction, where I know I can express most anything. We have time before dinner to play around. Why don’t I go get a pizza? Ice skating is on TV and about to start.”
“Pizza’s fine. I’m going to fix myself a cocktail,” Glenn answered, shedding his clothes as he walked to the bedroom.
“Fine, I’ll go get the pizza,” Billie yelled after Glenn went into the bathroom and closed the door. Billie left without asking him what kind of pizza he preferred.
When Billie returned, Glenn was watching the American finals for figure skating in the living room, cocktail in his hand. “You’ve missed the men’s skating.”
“When do you want to eat?” Billie asked.
“Not for another hour, at least, until I suck your cock.” Glenn smirked his familiar way. “Take off your clothes and you’ll see what I mean.” He stared at Billie’s crotch.
“That’s okay if I can drag you away from the television. Are you hungry?”
“Yes, I haven’t had anything all day. Come over here.”
“No, I’m going to the bedroom. You can follow me if you’re serious.”
Glenn was right behind Billie, shedding his robe along the way. He wore a bright red jockstrap, accentuated by the Depends pad beneath.
Billie suggested a strip tease as he removed his clothes, pulling off his t-shirt and revealing his dyed dark chest hairs showing signs of gray roots. Glenn appeared amused as Billie shimmied off his pants to reveal a distinctive bulge beneath the purple pouch of his briefs.
“Come here,” Glenn requested. His eyes narrowed seductively.
I knew that look. He was determined to give me a blow job.
When lying side by side on the bed and Billie threw his underwear to the side of the bed, Glenn couldn’t resist any further temptation, sliding his lips over Billie’s dick, proceeding with the anticipated blowjob. He attempted new angles and directions of suction, bringing Billie close to an orgasm several times for half an hour. But when Glenn was ready to finish him off, Billie knew he couldn’t cum.
“What’s wrong?” Glenn perceived Billie’s failure, as his partner pushed his head away.
“You took too long. I can’t now.”
Billie rolled Glenn over. While he licked his balls and dick, he rubbed his right forefinger over the spot where his prostate gland used to be. Glenn squirmed, enjoying the light friction. While Billie massaged the area above his cock with his other hand, Glenn shoved his shaft down Billie’s throat. Without getting an erection, Glenn reached an exalted state of breathing, releasing a loud permeating gasp.
Billie tightened his lips, continuing to suck until Glenn relaxed and pushed his head away.
Gaging, Billie sat up, thinking Glenn had shot a load of semen into his mouth, but the taste was not thick and sweet. There was too much runny moisture to be his saliva. He stood up and ran to the bathroom, spitting the fluid into the sink.
“Something happen?” Glenn asked when Billie returned.
“No, I thought you shot a load. But it was…”
“Fat chance of that now, but you still can.”
“You shot some piss when you came.”
“Did I?” Glenn’s response was one of surprise, but he didn’t show any obvious signs of embarrassment.
“My impulses were initially to fuck you, but it wasn’t the right time,” Billie confessed. “Are you still doing the Keagle exercises?”
“When I think about it.”
Billie hesitated to lecture but said something anyway. “If you don’t do them, you’ll always be squirting and wearing a pad. Tell me about Chuck. I know he had a big dick and had only one ball from having testicular cancer. How much cum did he shoot?” Glenn had dated Chuck before meeting Billie.
“Shit! He had plenty. I gaged. Couldn’t even swallow. He jacked-off one time and it nearly hit the ceiling.” Glenn rolled on his side and faced the opposite direction, pulling the sheet and blanket over him.
“Was that as good as this morning?” Billie asked.
“No. Why couldn’t you cum?” Glenn asked.