The Sixtieth BirthdayHe knew it was the day when he woke up but he felt it was better not to do anyt

The Sixtieth BirthdayHe knew it was the day when he woke up but he felt it was better not to do anything different. To celebrate it in some way was to take the chance of descending into some black pit of potential self-pity and that wasn’t where he wanted to head. Yes, he was going to spend the day alone but all things considered, he was happy. He was healthy and felt alive and that was much better than some of the family men he knew who were at the same age. Like a lot of birthdays before, turning sixty really didn’t deserve any kind of celebration. He was going to spend a quiet day at home concentrating on what he loved, writing fiction. Oh, and maybe a little masturbation. Another small blessing he was thankful for was having fully functioning erections.As he heard from his contemporaries how they had begun to rely on the infamous blue diamond shaped pill, he had often wondered if a similar fate would befall himself. But instead, he just seemed to getting hornier with advancing age and never more so than when he was in the presence of young women in their early twenties. True, he could be their grandfather but even truer than that was that he wasn’t related and the yearnings he felt didn’t seem that inappropriate. Nor was the way he satiated these sexual longings.In the twentieth first century, material science had succeeded in coming to the rescue of middle aged masturbators by inventing the fleshlight. When he first received the unmarked packaging containing his new toy, he’d had doubts that a silicone replica of female genitalia could substitute for the decades of practice he’d had with his right hand and on the first few tries it indeed didn’t seem to be working for him. He’d bought the “ice” model which provides the curious bystander with an almost transparent view of a stiff member’s interaction with the device’s internal structure. He applied the requisite amount of lubricant to the anatomically correct opening and forced a semi-hard erection into it. Orgasm on the first few tries was hit and miss. He’d bring up on the computer screen a tumblr age-gap porn blog that he was particularly fond of and moved the silicone tube up and down while he flicked through images and stories with the other hand on his mouse. It felt a little cold and strange but, admittedly, much like the real thing from a pressure and slipperiness standpoint. Pumping sperm into it wasn’t always guaranteed but when he did, it really felt much better than using his hand.But some things are like juggling or riding a bike. The more you do it, the better you get, and by the time of his sixtieth birthday, the fleshlight had become the erotic venue of choice for his penis while he looked at age-gap porn. But thoughts of real-life sometimes intruded on these electronic reveries and he had some memories of a recent encounter that he also loved to view with his mind’s eye when his silicone tool was pretending to be a woman’s pussy.Just last week, he’d finished a contract job at an Internet startup up in the city. He’d been brought in to work as a copywriter on their marketing materials and he soon discovered that he was decades more senior than the next oldest in the company. Young Internet companies are generally dominated by male millennials and this one was no exception. However, he was lucky enough to work with one of the few  young woman in the company.Lucy was fresh out college but had interned at some big name companies during her college years and she turned out to have a remarkable grasp of both company politics and how to build a substantial footprint for the company on the web. However, to say he worked with her wasn’t technically correct. He actually worked for her as it was she that had gone looking for someone who had an excellent grasp of technical writing. In the interview she asked him about some of the recent jobs he’d worked on but generally seemed very matter-of-fact and off-hand. When he left, he assumed his age would disqualify him but he’d loved sitting across from his would-be boss for an hour. She wore a simple black turtle-neck sweater and matching oversized boxy black plastic glasses through which he stared into her carefully made up eyes. Her dark hair was tied back to reveal an crease-less, innocent, almost cherubic early-twenties face. Best of all was the smell in that closed room. She was wearing some beautiful scent and as he breathed it in during the interview he kept thinking he must go to a department store and try to find it.No sooner had he later arrived home and closed that door than the fleshlight was lubed and he was plunging into it, pretending it was his interviewer’s pussy. He was on the verge of cumming when the phone rang. Rather than totally spoil the moment he just stopped humping and answered the phone. Astonishingly it was Lucy from the company, the woman whose pretend pussy he was about to ejaculate into. The conversation was thankfully brief. “When can you start?” came the unexpected question. He tried to sound as calm as possible, as though he hadn’t just been on the edge of climaxing into her unprotected pretend cunt. “How about tomorrow?” he replied is the most nonchalant voice possible from someone with a boner in a sex toy. Thankfully, that’s all she needed. “Great! See you at nine.” As the phone went dead, he realized two things: He’d got the job. And he desperately needed to get off to the voice that was still echoing in his ears. He humped needily into the fleshlight and heard himself breathlessly utter some words like it was an out-body experience: “Oh God Lucy, I’m cumming!” As he slumped back in the chair, cock still inside the silicone, he mused that that was probably the best sex he’d never really had. The next two months of working at the company were a mixture of heaven and hell. But more weighted towards the heaven side. He sat at a desk in the open plan area, on the periphery of the all-male software developers. However, his personal interactions were almost solely with his new boss. At least once a day, he’d meet with Lucy in one of the small glass-walled conference rooms to discuss what he was working on. Rarely smiling but intensely focused, she took notes as he made suggestions about what he thought were the best approaches to the task at hand. When he wasn’t talking and she was. he would breath in the smell of her perfume and gaze at her young eyes through those big glasses.He got into the habit of always wearing black baggy trousers because he’d become aware of how his cock would enlarge and start dripping in her presence. He dreaded standing up at the end of the meeting with bulge and an enormous wet patch showing around his crutch. Black should hopefully camouflage that. Sometimes he couldn’t make it until the evening’s fleshlight session to get off to the proximity of his young boss. Desperate for release after a meeting with her, he would go to the restroom, lock himself in a stall and go for an old-school masturbation session with his right hand. If there was a pre-lubricated throw-away fleshlight on the market, he would have made a bulk purchase.And so there he was on his sixtieth birthday, humping into the fleshlight, thinking thoughts of those wonderful meetings with his young boss, who he’d probably never see or smell again. When he thought back on working for Lucy, he couldn’t really understand two things. The first was why she wasn’t interested in any of the young millennials who worked there. She was attractive and it was obvious that many of the young men there agreed with him. He’d often overhear them asking if she’d like to go out on a date with them. The second thing he didn’t understand was why she employed someone that was so much older than she was. There were plenty of qualified people half his age. But she seemed to really enjoy working with him. In fact she always seemed to light up when they were in a meeting together. In fact, now he thought of it, she seemed to really like him! Naah, it must be his imagination. Young women like that don’t like someone old enough to be their grandfather? Do they?Just when his eyes were shut and he was going to ejaculate once more into his ex-boss’s pretend twenty something pussy, the doorbell rang. He opened his eyes and stopped humping. He took his fast deflating cock out of the silicone and pulled on some trousers and a t-shirt. When he opened the front door, he thought back to the phone call of the job offer and the similarity of the timing. There on the doorstep stood Lucy, with a cake tin in her hand. “Is it okay to drop by?” she said. Recovering quickly from the surprise, he said of course it was and asked her to come in. As she passed by him, he could breathed in the smell that he’d been missing since last week and wondered why on earth she was there.As she came into the living room, she held out the cake tin. “Here, this is for you. I baked it this last night”. He took the tin and opened it. Inside was a cake and on the top were two words in blue icing: “HAPPY 60TH!”. He thanked her and as he looked into her face, he felt his world had suddenly just lit up. He asked her how she knew.“I was your boss remember. And I was pretty sure you’d be here on your own. You never mentioned having anyone in your life. But you should have someone. In fact I know someone who’d like to be in it”. He stupidly asked her who she meant. She came over to him, took the cake tin from him, put it down then gently kissed him gently on the lips. “Me, dumbass. I never date anyone under sixty. And you just qualified.” At that moment he knew that something much better than silicone was moments away. -- source link

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