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 Chapter 3

   Charlie

   After a short breakfast, John left and stood around outside the building
with his tablemates.  It was a nice day, sunny and warm, and the banter
suited the day.  There was the usual, "Isn't it a nice day?" exchange. 
Fred, a young 80 year old, had a comment about the "nice boobs" of one of
the residents.  Ernie, another 80 year old, acknowledged that the same
person wouldn't be hard to take in bed.  Charlie, who had just turned 90,
offered a wishful, "If only it would get hard at the right times!" Charlie,
in fact, had become John's closest friend since entering Carter Court and
they frequently sat around watching television in each other's apartment.
Their conversations often got around to sex and masturbation to which
Charlie admitted, "If it weren't for masturbation, I'd be dead." He
admitted to masturbating at least three times a week.  John, of course,
heartily agreed with Charlie and urged him to keep it up.  "Use it or lose
it," John chortled.

   Since they met, their friendship had become a close one and visiting
freely back and forth was one manifestation of that friendship.  Both
Charlie and John left their doors open and felt free to visit at any time
of the night or day.  Several times, John opened the door to Charlie's room
on visits and found Charlie sitting naked and masturbating, his back partly
turned to the door.  The first time it happened, it caught John by
surprise. He muttered a lame, "Oh!  Excuse me!" startling Charlie. 
Charlie's response was casual and unhurried, however.  He covered himself
with a bathrobe that lay close by and told John to come in.  He excused
himself saying, "Sorry, John.  But I was making hay while the sun shined."
They both laughed and sat around chatting for an hour or so.  This happened
more and more often when John came down to Charlie's apartment.  John
suspected that the exposures excited Charlie since they always occurred at
a predictable moment, when Charlie expected John's coming.  Often, John
would quietly open Charlie's door slightly to see if he were masturbating.
Invariably, he would be.  Frequently, John would simply stand and watch
Charlie come in his presence.  John couldn't help but notice a mirror on
the wall, which was positioned to view the door in which he was standing.
John came to suspect that the mirror was calculated for Charlie's viewing
of John watching him masturbate.  John conjectured that Charlie knew he was
there, expected him to be there, all of which excited him to an orgasm. 
And it was at these times that Charlie would shoot his load quickly.  Most
often, John went along with this unspoken charade, thoroughly enjoying
Charlie's joyful encounters.  It was more than a charade after a while. 
John felt that excitement too.  He enjoyed seeing Charlie's naked body.  He
admired his outstretched legs and hard penis.  He enjoyed the stroking and
attention Charlie gave to his own testicles, stomach, and thighs.  Most of
all, he enjoyed the spurt of his orgasm onto his belly and thighs.  Once,
John's excitement became too much.  John entered one day unabashedly and
said, "I do that, too." Charlie pretended to be startled and covered his
penis haphazardly with a bathrobe that lay nearby.  John continued, "Why
don't I come back later after you've enjoyed yourself." Charlie was quick
to respond.  "No, John, have a seat.  It was just a little momentary hand
encounter, something that can wait.  I'm glad to hear that you do that too.
Often, we think we're the only ones doing it, despite the fact that we know
the rest of the world is doing it too." They talked a lot.  Charlie's
bathrobe partially covered his penis and John could not help but notice it
was wet with drops of fluid from his prostate.  To his surprise, it excited
him.  It reminded him of those days in his youth when friends would sit
around and masturbate, betting on who would come first and would shoot the
furthest.  There was a new feeling, however.  His friendship with Charlie
brought on arousal.  He could not help notice that he had a slight erection
watching Charlie in his near state of nudity.  In fact, he wanted to move
closer to Charlie and touch the wetness on the tip of his penis.  He began
to wonder how it would taste, never having had a penis in his mouth. 
Charlie sensed a sexual tension and steered the conversation around to sex
and masturbation, apologizing to John again for the display, hoping that
John would counter with sympathy.  His wish was granted and John replied,
"No need to apologize, Charlie.  My usual morning routine, along with my
coffee, is to give some loving attention to my dick.  I don't always come,
but I enjoy the stimulation and the fantasies I can indulge in while doing
so.  Like yourself, I prefer these manipulations while I'm sitting totally
naked as you were.  That way, I can enjoy my dick, my balls, and my body. I
find a lot of excitement in looking at myself.  Often, I set up a mirror so
as to watch myself masturbate." This confidence of John's began to arouse
Charlie.  John could see Charlie's dick moving slightly and beginning to
swell.  Charlie came back with, "Did you enjoy yourself yet today?" John
understood the question as an invitation to a mutual masturbation party,
and, even though he had played a little that morning, he felt a heightened
excitement at this prospect.  John shot back with, "As a matter of fact,
no." He extended his legs before Charlie to reveal a large bulge in his
crotch.  Grabbing his crotch, he said, "You can see from this that it needs
a little love and attention." "Take your clothes off and join me John,"
Charlie replied.  Charlie stood, took off his bathrobe and moved to the
sofa, his penis erect and throbbing.  John, too, began to disrobe.  First,
he took off his shoes and socks, all the time admiring Charlie's hardness.
The gray hairs on his chest and pubic area resembled his own.  As John
removed his shirt, trousers, and underwear, he watched Charlie stroking his
penis.  The veins of his shaft stood out as did the muscles of his thighs
as he stretched his legs outward.  His testicles got as much attention as
his shaft.  His technique of masturbating involved a slow and long stroke
of the penis and testicles.  His left hand massaged his belly, testicles,
thighs, and breasts.  It was one synchronous movement intended to delight.
John now stood before Charlie, naked and excited.  Charlie motioned to John
to sit next to him on the sofa, and, as he did, Charlie moved his hand over
to grasp John's penis and began a gentle massage.  John responded in kind
and held Charlie's hard penis, feeling and then tasting the wetness of
Charlie's dick by sliding his finger over the prostate fluid emanating from
Charlie's penis.  John said, "Charlie, I've always wanted to taste those
fluids.  How about you?" With that, Charlie leaned over and took John's
penis into his mouth, sucking excitedly and gently.  The sensation was
indescribable.  John, wanting to reciprocate whispered, "Let's go to the
bed where we can both enjoy one another." It was their first encounter and
the excitement overwhelmed them.  Each tried to outdo the other in the
sixty-nine position.  And they both came quickly, spurting the warm cum
into each other's mouth, moaning with delight.  Then they rested and dozed
for another hour or so.  It was much later in their relationship that they
could look back and laugh at the almost hysterical grabbing and fondling of
this first encounter.  Both now had settled into a calmer routine of giving
each other lots of pleasure without the franticness of the first encounter.