And Then There Are Daddies (mm ap)

"What have you….? THIS is your big plan?"

"I'm not even done with myself yet. And wait till you see what I've got planned for you!!!"

Jody's jaw dropped all the more at that statement. He dropped the gym bag with change of clothing that Kyle had suggested he bring. He was standing in the middle of his buddy Kyle's salon not believing what he was seeing.

What was it, a week ago they had gone out drinking? They spent the day at the street fair getting ignored by one gym bunny after another. The night spiraled down into a drunken bitch session of how now that Jody was in his early 40's and Kyle was pushing late 30's they might as well just give up the gym and chop their cocks off for all the good it was doing them. They had great builds for guys their age but that was the catch, guys their age.

Kyle ended the evening with this weird smile on his face. Well, Jody thought, weird even for Kyle, not the more hinged person on Earth. Jody loved him like a brother but even he had to admit that Kyle breathes in too much of the hair care product at his salon for his grey matter's own good. Kyle started saying "I got an idea. I know how to get the younger guys interested in us. Give me a week to prepare and trust me."

What Jody was looking at right now, one week later, was insane. He thought Kyle's idea was some hair or even some make up trick to make them look younger. But Kyle…h is hair.

Kyle being the god of all hair care had long light brown hair, past his shoulder blades and incredible think. It was his signature, almost the mascot for this salon. But after Kyle let Jody into his salon and removed the baseball cap he was wearing… Jody saw that most of Kyle hair was gone!!! Not shaved, he hadn't shaved his head. But from where the hair started on the forehead back, just to the sides, it was so thin!! Still some hair there but way much more skin showing than hair. Like he had been going bald! Not so much a comb over, but like those guys who are going bald and just try to keep onto the hair on top of their heads as long as possible. The hair of the sides of his head and in the back was still there, maybe a little thinner than before. That pony tail always looked like… well a pony's tail, not it was more of a thicker rat tail of limp hair hanging off the back of his head. And did his forehead always start that far back? No he had moved the hairline back too, so it started father back on the top of his head. Kyle had a thin, angular face with a kind of long but thin nose. These changes accented the angular features all the more, and made the nose look slightly bigger. Kyle had also removed most of his goatee, leaving just the mustache but enough of it so that it reached down to his jaw line, like a biker would have. That was still as thick as ever. Jody figured he must have several days before because he had a really good couple days worth of beard stubble showing.

All in all it made Kyle look…. old. Like late 40's old, and a lot tougher than his usual healthy hair dresser persona.

"Why did you do this?" Jody asked getting his voice back.

"Looks real don't it." Kyle said going over to one of the mirrors that lined the wall in back of the salon chairs.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you threw away your toupee. What is going on?"

"It's my plan dude. Take your shirt off and sit down."

Jody took his shirt off and headed to the chair, still in a bit of shock. "NO wait, you're not doing anything to me until you explain why you did THAT to yourself."

"Remember our conversation. About how while we had good bodies for guys our age, it just wasn't good enough for the gym bunnies. Well, how about this. While we have good bodies for guys around 40, we have GREAT bodies for guys in their 60's."

"So you WANTED to look older?"

"And I'm… we're going to look older still. Come on, you've seen those dweebs that try to look younger, wearing clothes too young for them, listening to rap music in their cars. Did you even notice how much attention some of the Daddies get? Like Louie down at the Pitbull?"

Jody thought for a moment. He had a point, Louie was in his 60's, still looked like hot shit… for someone in his 60's. And the twinks loved him. All he had to do was stand in a corner, shirt off, and he didn't have to pay for a beer all night. Jody was built even better than Louie which meant if Jody looked as old as Louie, but had a better build…

"Wait, wait… jeez this is almost beginning to make some type of twisted fuck sense." Jody said snapping back to reality, as such.

"Come on, trust me. I had this planned for my 40's as a big laugh, but let's really do this. Its Labor Day weekend and the last big summer blow out street fair. Instead of going as just two guys hoping to be lucky, let's cruise the place as a couple of leather daddies." Kyle said getting his gear set up.

"Granddaddies from the sound of it."

"Sure, I think I can take us that far. Look, the worst that can happen is that we play a major goof on people and have a big laugh afterwards. The best that can happen….fuck man…literally."

"And you can reverse anything you do?" Nervously asked

"Welllll……not really reverse mind you. It's not permanent but it might take a while to grow out …and back."

"Shit. Must be crazy but, this sounds like it could be a major prank if we pull it off. Shit. Go ahead. Do your worse."

"SWEET!!" With a kiss on the cheek, Kyle was off and running. "Going to start with your hair. You're going to be losing a lot of it."

"How did you do that to yourself?" Jody said as he prepared himself for the upcoming changes.

"It was simple yet detailed. Started literally yanking it out, bits of hair at a time. Working it evenly do that it looked natural, but not too even. I moved the hairline back some to make the baldness look like it's not only taking the top of my head, but starting to work it's way back. I left the sides where the male pattern baldness wouldn't usually take any hair, but still thinned it out some. Been wearing the hat around the shop so I don't freak everyone out. Imagine your reaction times 8. "

"And that's what you have planned for me?"

"Oh no, we can't look like book ends. You're going full male pattern bald. As slick on top as I can make you. And I'll warn you now, it's going to hurt some. It's going to be SO worth it though. Trust me and pull your pants down"

"Uhhh, OK, why?"

"Gonna do your body hair while I make you bald. It's going to take some time for both so just some multi tasking."

"Body hair? You think we need to go that far?"

"If we're going to get naked, the carpet's got to match what's left of the ceiling. Here, look, I used myself as a guinea pig." Kyle said listing up his shirt. While the fairly firm musculature that Jody was used to seeing was still there, it was now coated in a dusting to grey/white hair. It was both a shock and a turn on at the same time, much to Jody's surprise. The different tones and highlights. How the air in the middle of his chest was a cool patch of very light grey, going down the bunny trail to his groin. Seeing that Jody was interested he pulled his shorts down and revealed an almost white bush above his groin.

"I see what you mean. That is so cool. Like a..."

"Body of an old fart who's kept himself in shape?"

"Yea?" Jody said reaching out and running his fingers through the grey nest of chest hairs. It was kind of dry and wiry but it looked so real and natural.

"I was the guinea pig but Buddy, you're going to be my masterpiece."

Kyle started smearing some smelly goop up and down Jody's arms, then his chest, being careful around the nipples, and pubic hair. Kyle told him he didn't need to keep his arms straight out, but the goop in his pits needed the air to work well. It even burned a little but Kyle had warned him of that. Once that was set, Kyle started in on Jody's hair. It was a little on the long side, which was perfect for his plan. He carefully combed out the hair and portioned off the top and back from the sides. He then took some small clamps and portioned off some even smaller areas from the top of Jody's head. With that set Kyle broke out the eclectic hair clippers and went to work lowering the length some, but leaving a good amount left. The longer stands sectioned off by the small clips looked odd but, again, Kyle assured Jody he knew what he was doing.

Kyle explained that it would be best to do a real hot wax job on Jody's head, but that the cold wax strips worked pretty well and they didn't really have time for a proper waxing. Jody just wanted to know why he didn't just shave his hair down to nothing but Kyle was insistent on there not being a shadow of the stubble showing. Besides he had done it to himself to move his hairline back, and it wasn't that bad.

But it kind of was at first. Kyle cut down the sheets to sticky glue like stuff and firmly placed it on Jody's head. The strips weren't too big but they were long. He rubbed his hand against the strips, really making sure the sticky stuff had a chance to grab onto as much hair as it could. And after using on hand to pull the skin on his forehead as taunt as he could, Kyle grabbed one end of the strip and pulled up and back in one mighty yank.

Surprisingly Jody didn't scream that much. More out of shock than real pain. Kyle knew he could stand it. He got a lot of hair though. The strip was full up with Jody's brown hair, most with little tiny white bulbs at the end. He had wanted to get the roots and he did. Quickly but methodically Kyle worked his way back to the far side of Jody's head, and then started again at the front. It got easier for both of them as he went along. Kyle had pretty much taken care of his hairline with only a strip and some touch up. Jody was more detailed, with further details to come. He took the hairline all the way back and even took the temples back quite a bit. So that event he hair that was left was still not starting as for forward on his head as it originally had. Leaving a good horseshoe wave of hair starting from just above the ear, and back dipping below the newly formed bald spot in the back. Jody was a little concerned that it didn't look as real as Kyle's, but he was assured these were the early stages.

Kyle turned Jody around in the chair and leaned him back to wash out his hair and the left over sticky stuff from the cold wax. He removed the clips still holding the stands of hair on top of his head. Once everything was washed and clean, Kyle too a few minutes to check how the body hair bleaching was going before starting in on styling what was left of Jody's hair. Using his hair cutting skills he was able to thin out what was left, without taking the length down too much. He wanted enough left so it could be combed back in a sweep, meeting in back under the bald spot. When he was done it was functional in a working class kind of way, not a trendy gay guy going for a styled effect like before. Kyle also knew from experience that the bleaching it was going to get would also take some of the life out of the hair, which is what he was planning too.

Now was the real obsessive detailed work had to come. After telling Jody it was going to hurt a bit, Kyle picked up his tweezers and started in on the hairline between Jody's new bald scalp and the hair that was left. The waxing had left a far too defined edge to the hair. When it happened naturally, there was a gradual thinning of the hair down to the old length. Kyle was the expert though and he quickly got the gradual look he needed. With the longer hairs he saved on top of Jody's head, most of this got tweezed too. Kyle wanted a few stray hairs left, just here and there. Certainly not enough for a comb over. But enough so that people might think "He's lost so much hair, why doesn't he just go and shave the rest?"

Giving the top of Jody's head a rest, Kyle went to work on his beard. Like his own, it came off. He left the mustache but didn't leave the extra length like he did for himself. Styling was tough since like his hair cut, Kyle didn't want Jody to look like he'd come out of the salon. He wanted their appearances to be more natural, more average for older guys. Guys who were more used to going to Barbershops if they didn't do it themselves. When he was done it was fairly neat and semi even, but fit Jody's square face well. I was time to run the chair around and show Jody the effect so far.

"Oh my god it's Uncle Pete." Jody said looking at the man in the mirror. Jody had vivid memories of his Uncle Pete, what used to be known as the black sheep in the family. That and the almost hyper masculine vibe he gave off made him Jody's favorite Uncle when he was a kid, even if he didn't fully understand why. Only years later did Jody figure out that he and Pete shared a common interest in men, an interest that got Jody thrown out of his family for while too after he came out. But now, looking in the mirror, he and Pete shared a whole lot more.

Jody had been quietly proud of the fact that here in his early 40's he had not really started losing his hair. Or at least hadn't lost enough so that Kyle couldn't cover it up with his usual style and finesse in the chair. But now, he wasn't sure why he was so glad he hadn't lost his hair. Sure he was bald, full on male pattern bald, but it looked….right. It looked male…no, it looked masculine. This was a guy who had a swagger to his walk, firmness to his speech and an ease in talking to people. Because he knew how he was, and he didn't care what people thought about him. Just like Uncle Pete. Shit, why was this having so much of an effect on him, was all Jody could think.

"That's came out really awesome man." Kyle said bringing Jody back to reality. "I think your body hair is done, why don't you go shower this all off and we'll see where we're at. I'm going to start in on bleaching my hair, and then we'll do you."

Jody got up from the chair, stripped off his pants and headed to the small shower they had at the back of the salon. Usually it was used by the girls who wanted to wash off the extra suntan spray they had applied. Jody absentmindedly soaped up while he continued thinking about his old Uncle Pete. But his thoughts stopped once the soap the goop washed away leaving almost pure white hair behind. Down his chest, down his stomach and to his crotch, silky white hair with just a touch of light grey thrown in. Even his arms and his pits were white. Picking up the pace Jody finished cleaning up and dried himself off. He found himself purposely not wanting to check himself out in the mirror yet, something made him want to hold off till they were done. Seeing himself with the MPB was enough to know this might work, but now he wanted to see the full effect once they were completely done.

Kyle was just finishing off his hair, having washed it out and applied the bleach. He wrapped it up in a plastic cap and snapped his gloves off.

"That looks great. Better than mine. I'm not going to apply a toner to you like I did myself to get the grey contrast. I think we should go as white as possible with you, don't you think?"

"If you can pull it off, let's do it."

"Great. Sit down and I'll do you. Then we can sit under the dryers for a while and let the bleaching stuff back in. It'll need the ore detailed steps than our body hair since people would pay more attention."

Shortly Kyle had Jody's head hair, what was left, covered in the same smelly stuff and also wrapped up in a plastic cap. They sat under the dryer for a while letting the heat do its stuff. Kyle also took a moment to smear the stuff in their mustaches. Even spread some in his stubble to give it a lightening effect. The heat coming from the dryers would work for that too.

It was quite a while before Kyle said they were done. Jody has spaced out for a while thinking about how to carry off this change in appearance. Certainly they couldn't just act like they used to. They had to do some role playing. But he wasn't sure where to take it.

Kyle sat in the chair first and Jody helped wash out his hair. Using the mixture he had planned the color wasn't a total white, but what could best be described as an aged blonde. It was remarkable. With the mustache and the stubble, once it was all dry Kyle looked well into his 50's. But, Jody had to admit, really hot. Kyle had been right. As a thirty something, he was a dime a dozen. As an almost senior citizen, he was something special.

"Shit man are you popping a boner like I am" he asked checking himself out in the mirror.

"You are a genius."

"Not quite done. Need some regular grey in here." Kyle quickly washed his hair and started applying what he said would add grey tones to the hair. He used several different bottles with varying strengths. Jody even got into the act helping his with his long thinned out pony tail. On went another plastic cap and it was Jody turn in the chair.

Kyle carefully washed the hair out, rinsing the goop completely and then taking care of the mustache. The look on his face was one of great excitement. He towel dried Jody's hair and did a quick trim here and there.

"As I keep saying... Shit man." Kyle mumbled

Jody slowly turned around to the mirror. And saw himself as he would be in 30 years. The white hair looked more natural than it had when it was just waxed into a baldness pattern. The few stands of white hair sticking up helped the illusion al the more. It looked thinner than before, his ears seemed to stand out more than they had when his hair was brown. He kept running his fingers through the hair that was left on the sides of his head. He had of course had hair there before, but the new feeling of the thinness of it, the drying out from the bleaching and the gradual change to bare skin where there once also had been hair, just incredibly tactile erotic. In some ways he looked older than he remembered his own grandfather ever looking. In other ways, no Grandfather ever looked this hot. His gym pumped body that was solid and full, while not etched and super toned, looked magnificent on a 65 year old. The white hair on his chest, in his pits, matched the hair on is head perfectly. This was a man who had lived a life. This was a man who knew what he wanted. Shit, this was a man who could snap his fingers and Jody would have come running. Jody knew that was himself looking back at him in the mirror, but Jody also knew that wasn't Jody looking at him too.

Kyle was back in the salon taking care of his own transformation. He sort of wished that Jody was there to lend a hand but the change was a sudden idea to him, he knew that Jody needed time to get used to it. Washing out the toner Kyle smiled a Cheshire Cat grin again. Perfect. Grey streaks went throughout his hair. Some darker, some lighten. All natural. Taking his shirt off…all the better. Kyle had a more compact build that Jody, and the grey hair highlighted it to the best. Just about had the look he wanted, an old biker still loving the life. Quite a big change from his hair dresser life. But the man in the mirror knew nothing more about hair than how it felt flowing in the breeze when he was heading down the road on his bike. Last thing he had to do was some subtle make up. Had to be REAL careful on this, nothing extensive and certainly nothing obvious. But taking a small paint brush and adding a little bronzer to the natural wrinkles in his forehead made them just all the more weathered looking. Then the magic touch of the skin tightened, right on the corner of the eyes. Yea, perfect, instant crow's feet and 5 more years to his birth date.

"How you doing in there Jody?" Kyle said leaving the main salon area back to where Jody had been using the full length mirrors. He found Jody…. No he found the senior citizen he had created standing in front of the mirror. Stripped down to nothing more than an old jock strap that he must have brought with him in the gym bag. Here wasn't a security expert for one of the down town high rise office buildings. This was a former construction worker, still trying to stay in shape even though he was pushing his mid 60's. Tough, solid but still hot.

"I don't think Jody's here anymore. I think we're dealing with Joe."

"Awesome. Shit you came out…"

"Like your masterpiece. Damn man, you're nothing to turn away either. That hair is amazing." Jody…now Joe said in a deeper voice, slightly horse, very male.

"Want to do a couple of touch ups with some makeup, like I did to myself, but I think we're done."

"Why do I feel that if I added about 10 pounds I would still look hot."

"Cause you would. But not quite as hot as you will when you light this up." Kyle said handing Joe a large stogie.

"Ahhhh perfect. Only smoke these once in a while but…now I think I need to have one out of my mouth all the time."

"I'm going with these. Don't know why, just thought it would look better than a full cigar, and needed more than just a cigarette." Kyle said pulling out a long with cigar, the ones no thinker than a pencil.

The guys lit up with smokes and continued to check out the mirror. Playing with themselves turned into playing with each other. .Mainly rough kisses and crotch grabbing. The sweat that started coming off the was more than just being in a hot hair and makeup salon near the end of summer.

"Look man, Joe said pulling away. "It's been a long day and I know you must be bushed but, I've got to try this out tonight."

"Sounds good to me. Figure it'll be easier to head out at night for the first time than broad daylight. Let's get into out gear and we can head up the street to one of the bars. There's a couple I never go into that not only look good, but they won't know us."

The guys took a while to get ready for their night out. Joe dressed in just his jock and the tight pair of jeans he brought with. Kyle surprised him with a gift of an old beat up leather vest. A little small on hi but it worked perfectly for the ideal he was going with. The makeup Kyle applied was the perfect topping for the image. No one would believe he was any younger than 65. And no one could believe a 65 year old still looked that hot.

Kyle also went for a tight pair of jeans, some cowboy boots and an old loose fitting plaid shirt, with the sleeves torn off. He had wished he was good enough at make up to fake a tattoo or twenty, but his attempts at them came out looking phony. And in checking the mirror one last time, there was nothing phony about the man he was now.

The bar they picked was a couple of blocks down from Kyle's salon. They were able to practice their strut and continue to work on their new persona on the way. The bar turned out to be perfect for them, since it was just a real old fashioned gay bar. Not a club or trying to be anything else. Just a bar for gay guys to hang out, get lucky or get drunk.

They hung out for a while at the bar, taking in the attention they were getting. Eyes were on them from the second they walked in. Whispers shared in corners and smiles that would break out on faces.

Kyle was the first to break away, knowing Joe would be OK on his own at the bar. Over in the corner was a young guy who was sending Kyle signals all evening. A young guy that would usually be way out of Kyle league. But tonight, in this new body, Kyle knew there wasn't another guy in the bar he wanted more. Joe saw them talk briefly them head off to the men's room. Lots of new things for Kyle tonight. Never knew hi to work that quickly or go for an encounter that risky.

"I've never done anything like this before." The kid said as they made their way into one of the stalls in the men's room.

"I have, plenty of times. How old are you anyway kid?

"21… 18."

"Shit. Ain't dealing with no chicken."

"I'm legal I swear."

"I bet. Damn you're a fine piece of chicken I'll give you that" Kyle said running his hands up the kids body. He was fir and tone. Very little body hair but that wasn't from shaving like so many kids his age did. He just hadn't grown it in yet. Just stand there and play with yourself for a bit OK. Let's take this slow."

The kid shut the door to the stall and dropped his pants. Kyle pulled his down enough to free his cock and sat on the toilet. It was close in the stall so that left very little room between Kyle face and the kid's growing cock. The precum on the end of the kid's dick was enough for him to start in, but Kyle spat in his hands just for show. Thought it was more in character. The kid got hard and he got big fast. The end of his dick took on a purple tone that surprised Kyle. Been a while since he'd seen a real teenager pop a boner. He'd forgotten how natural and quickly it was for them to do that. After a couple of minutes Kyle reached into his shirt pocket and took out one of his thin cigars. With his right hand still pumping his cock he was able to place the cigar in his mouth and light it. After letting it burn down a little Kyle took in a deep breath full of smoke and slowly blew it towards the kid. It streamed out of his mouth in the thin path. In hitting the kid's firm belly Kyle blew the smoke up, so that the trail would break apart and naturally rise up the kid's body. The trails of smoke hugged the kid, surrounded his torso like the steam in the shower after gym class. Kyle saw the kid take a deep breath to inhale as much as he could of the dissipating smoke. Somehow the kid's dick was able to get even harder with that. With the simple word "Switch" Kyle got off the toilet and sat the kid down.

Now it was Kyle's dick that was only inches away from the kid's mouth. But not for long. Without even hesitating the young man wrapped his lips around Kyle's cock, leaving him free to play with his cigar all the more. The kid might have been young but he had been practicing his deep throating. He was taking the entire length of Kyle dick, down to the wiry grey hairs that now surrounded his cock. Without warning the young an exploded with cu that coated the bottom part of Kyle's pants and the floor. Giving it a minute or two linger, to play up his new age, Kyle shot down the young man's throat, who was much neater with someone else's cum than he was with his own.

"You done good boy." Kyle said rolling the cigar around in his mouth. "Done your Daddy proud."

"Thank you sir." The kid said breathlessly.

"You really 18?"

"Yes, honest."

"Then if I remember right, you should be ready to go again in about five minutes."

"Just about."

"Why don't you let your mouth show it's appreciation for this old body till then? All right?"

Back at the bar Joe was getting his own type of attention. He was having great conversation with some of the guys, and not having to pay for a single drink. As the evening went on though he found himself talking to the bartender more than anyone else. He was a younger guy…or older depending on where Joe found his head at. At least 50 but in great shape. His hair was dark and he had a fair bread going. Big build, bigger than Joe. But he was a nice guy. Pleasant smile and a good laugh.

"Another" Joe said as a beer was placed in front of him. "Who's this one from. At least they got my brand right."

"That's from me, man." The bartender said. "Been great having you in here tonight. Come in more often. I'm Charlie by the way, I own the place."

"Oh man, and here I thought you were just the hired help. Joe by the way."

"Yea, I pretty much am the hired help. Got another bartender who comes in and works the 2 till dawn shift, but I'm here the rest of the time." Charlie said untying the apron from around his waist. "As a matter of fact, he just showed up so I'm heading out."

Joe had to admit he was kind of disappointed that he'd be losing his conversation buddy for the night. They had a long conversation about Joe's 'life', which Jody had to make up as he went along. Turned out Joe had been a policeman for a few years, and then quit to do construction. Now he was semi retired, living on Social Security and a few odd jobs here and there. Just making it but not complaining. Living alone though for quite a while.

"You uhh…wouldn't be interested in heading out with me?"

Joe downed the last of the beer he had just been given and stood up.

"Let go."

Charlie happened to live in the building across the street from the bar. Said it was easier to keep an eye on it that way. He apologized for there not being an elevator and his living on the third floor. It was kind of sweet that Charlie though Joe might not be able to handle the stairs. He put on a little show but, the point of the character he had been creating all night was, that he was still a tough SOB and stairs meant nothing.

Charlie's apartment was that of an older gay man, kind of neat but kind of messy at the same time. Certainly the apartment of someone who lived alone as much as Joe did. Even as much as Jody did. After a little ore small talk they headed off to the bed room. It was a little more messy than the rest of the house, obviously lived ore in this room than the other. The lights were low, with most of the illumination coming from the lights outside the window. This made everything look softer, made Charlie look a little younger. Joe wondered if it had the same effect on him. Tentatively the two men moved together, and began with hesitant kisses. Joe thought it was odd that here two guys, supposedly over 50 acting almost like kids, like they could still be first time lovers. Charlie removed the tight black t-shirt with his bar's logo on it. His chest was wide but not really defined. A forest of black hairs with a few grey covered his slightly sagging chest. Still, for a guy over 50, he looked great, Joe thought. Joe slipped his vest off and they made for the bed.

With Charlie on the bottom the two men made out for a while, letting their hand feel through the jeans that both wore. Feeling up their hardons. Charlie had a thing for nipple play and Joe found it just stimulating enough to let him continue. After 20 minutes of that, Joe stood up on his knees on the bed and undid Charlie's pants. He pulled the down revealing the tightie whities he wore. At least they were cleaner than the apartment. The underwear quickly came down too revealing a good sized cock under a neatly trimmed bush. Joe moved back off the bed and removed his pants, showing the old jock he had picked out earlier that day when he thought Kyle's wonderful idea might make him look a few years younger, not older than any member of his family ever reach.

"Leave it on." Charlie said as he reached to the side table for a condom. "I got some Viagra in case you might…"

"Not saying it ain't come in handy other night. Am saying I don't need it tonight."

Charlie leaned forward and rolled the condom down Joe's dick. He moved back up the bed and flipped over. The long hours of working the bar really showed in Charlie's legs and ass. They were firmer and tighter than his upper body. Nice definition and the ass was a thing of beauty.

"And I'm not saying I haven't given up my ass before, but it's been awhile. Take it slow." Charlie said over his shoulder.

Joe played with Charlie's ass a bit, fingering the hole and trying to loosen it up. He moved up his torso and placed his hands to either side of Charlie, kind of giving hi the signal that it was going to happen. Carefully he placed the tip of his dick on Charlie's hole and gave it pressure. Not as tight as he's expected, but the grunts from Charlie let him know he still needed to go slower.

Joe had never thought of an evening's fuck like this. Usually he was pretty quick, when he got a chance. Most of the guys he'd fucked were used to it more than Charlie he guessed. But there was something erotic about taking this older man in the ass.

Obviously Charlie was a top for most of his dates. Joe being the 'older' person tonight seemed to default him to the top position even though Charlie wasn't that ready for it. A slow fuck was what was needed, and it was something Joe would have to try again. Instead of the rhythmic pumping he was used to, careful insertion and removal, letting Charlie shift under his weight once in a while. Oddly Joe found himself sweating more that usual, but that still helped with the illusion. He could feel the sweat form, gather then slide down the front and back of his newly bald head. After a good half hour Charlie was lose enough that Joe could pick up that pace. Both their breathing was getting deep and the grunts were loud enough that the people in the apartment next to Charlie's had to know what was going on. Joe felt himself begin to get the feeling he was going to cum so he pulled out and flipped Charlie over. His swollen dick wasn't as hard of as long as the kid that Kyle got, but it was enjoying itself a lot more. Joe removed the condom and stroked himself to a good sized cum, which Charlie joined him in at the same time. Joe collapsed on top of Charlie, their heavy breathing almost in sync. The rest of the night was spent making out and smoking cigars in bed, like real old men do.

It was late afternoon the next day before Joe caught up with Kyle at the street fair. Kyle looked exhausted, happy but exhausted. They headed over to a small tavern with an outside patio to talk about their experiences. Joe though had a bigger issue to deal with.

"How long do you think we could keep this up?" Joe asked quietly.

"Are you kidding? I'm heading back to my place, shaving this all off and passing out for the rest of the weekend. Never knew you needed this much energy to be an old fart."

"No, no. How long…how hard would it be to keep me looking like this?"

"My turn to ask, what are you crazy?"

"No seriously man, that bartender I hooked up with last night. There's just something about him….I just can't leave him right now. He's offered me a job working at his bar. He thinks 'Joe' need the money….."

"That's insane. You're going to give up your life to work at a bar and pretend to be a 65 year old man…just because you got laid last night."

"If it was only about getting laid then I'd be joining you in the shave down. No it's more than that. Ever since I became Joe…I just feel like this is really me. The story I came up with for a background just fell into place. I know this guy I've become. It's….who I should have been."

"Wow….ell, yea I think we can pull it off. I can show you how to tweeze the hair out to keep yourself bald. How to do touch up for the hair, although you're free to come into the shop for treatment. I feel I owe you that. You'll have to make sure you shave first thing in the morning to keep the brown hair from showing too much but…what about your job? Your place?"

"I can take a leave of absence till I find out if this is really what I want. And the place is rent controlled so I should be OK there…I'll just drain out my 401K."

"Shouldn't you be saving that for your retirement?"

"Buddy, thanks to you, I've been retirement age since yesterday night. And I see no reason to go back."

END

CAPTCHA