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New Faces

... grab her hips and start pushing in and out of her, continuing our mutual moans from the actions. Reaching closer and closer to my orgasm, I speed up my pace, moaning louder and louder.

Soon enough, my muscles tense and my groaning echoes throughout the room as my thrusts get slower before I flood Fang’s anus with my essence. Best decision I’ve ever made in my life to come to this bar. Definitely gonna enjoy my time there as long as I possibly can.

Fang giggles as I pull out of her and rub her butt before lying down and saying,

“Not bad, old man. Good to know that chivalry's not completely dead. Way to show a young woman a good time.”

“Well, I can’t take all the credit,” I reply, leaning back on my hands, “It’s nice to know that the youth are willing to aid their elders in shaking off some rust and reminding them to have more fun every now and again.”

“Hmhm. Glad I could be such a great inspiration and dancing partner. So does that mean we can expect to have repeat meetings from now on?”

“Eh, nothing’s guaranteed. So I can’t say for sure. All we can do is wait for tomorrow to show what it has to offer.”

“As if I needed any more proof that you’re an old man.”

We share another laugh before cleaning up and getting dressed. I drop her off back at the bar to her car before we exchange goodbyes and I head back home. Best night in years. I just love when the night ends with me getting laid. Of course, that’s one of the pros of being such a dashing stud. The ...

... con, of course, being my seasoned age. I’m fucking beat. This sleep is gonna be quite the revitalization.

I make it back to my house, parking the car and stepping inside. As I place my keys back on the hook, I take notice of a sheet of paper on the kitchen counter.

“Don’t know when you’ll see this, but my friends and I made more plans and we’ll be out a little earlier than we were today. Maybe around 8ish. Didn’t want you to worry just in case you wake up later than that. Yes, we’ll keep you updated. No, we don’t have condoms because we’re not planning on doing that. See you when I get back.”

That boy. Just like his old man: always wanting to go out and have fun. Hopefully, he isn’t exactly like me. The world doesn’t deserve that. I really wish I could dedicate a day to both of us. We really need to bond more. But he’s still gotta be a kid. I don’t wanna step in his way from doing that. So I’ll have to make time in the week to plan something out for us. But that’s then. Now’s the time for looking at the bright side: I’m not gonna be alone tomorrow.

The next night sees a similar setting: an elderly 62 year old man sitting in a visually underwhelming bar with a vastly superior drink this time now that he’s got the common sense to go with his decision. Getting wiser already. I scan the bar again for the brunette beauty from last night as I take a few more sips of my drink. No dice. Must be running late.

However, just as I have that thought, I’m suddenly blinded by a ...