Into my seventy-sixth year I was fit for my age. No paunch and good muscle tone, which I was secretly proud of. How ironic that it would be only that ...art of my body that malfunctioned.On that taxi ride into Manhattan, I became anxious about how I would react in returning to the Avalon on East Thirty Second Street. The young lady at reception cast a glance at the small bag I was carrying and said, “Three-four-seven is a double room, sir. For one night? Are you sure you want this one?” “I am. After a little while of channel surfing she got up and went to get us some pepsi. Then the phone rang and she went to pick it up. After the conversation i asked how it was. She told me that it was her kids and apparently there were going to there grandparents so nobody would be home for a while, So basically it was just her and I watching TV, but it was not weird because we have always been close. So when it went to a commercial we had small talk and her legs kept coming a part just a little. "I felt really a little pissed, but I had already gone too far."Just no more surprises, okay?" I said."You got it, babe, take it easy…”He knelt down and went right to my asshole again.His friend stood by the bed and he got naked too. He was about the same age; his cock was rock hard and also same size…huge.He moved close by my head and I opened my mouth. He jerked his cock off, rubbing the head across my tongue, then pushed it into my open mouth and slowly began fucking my face as I knelt on my. "Jake, hun, have you been working out?" Very funny." No, seriously," she paused for a second. "Jake, you turned into a hottie!" Go away." I went into the bathroom to comb my hair.She appeared in the doorway and looked at me again. "Why won't you confess to working out?" Because I don't." Ok, ok." I chose a dark gray long sleeve and pulled it over my head. "So that's from the moving job? I'm going to tell my future boyfriends to become movers."I did know I was lifting things easier now than when.