I prefer being an older man.
Now if you would have asked a fit 18-year old, tanned, long-haired surfer version of me if I would be looking forward to middle-age, I would have laughed and ridden my Plan B skateboard away.
Now if I would have sweetened the deal, by saying “wait. Please don’t go. You’ll also get up and pee every night, your back will sometimes hurt and it won’t make any sense, you will blame it on the quality of your mattress or something, and of course you will have to think very long and hard about whether you really should eat that cheeseburger, and last but not least, you might, just might, release a deafening alarm sound from your ass every morning as you pee again.” Needless to say, the 18-year old version of me would have probably shot water out my nose in laughter.
“Sorry old man. That sounds fucking awful”, he says.
Now if I said, “Well wait. That career you are thinking about? You will knock that shit out the park. How does six figures by 30 sound to you?”
“Well, that part sounds great, because making sandwiches for these rich idiots for minimum wage job sucks balls. I can barely afford beer.”
“Oh, and you know all your cousins and uncles? They are going to envy you. So that part is going to be interesting.”
“Dude. They already do, old man. What’s your point?”
“Oh yeah. Shit. I forgot that part. Ok. Ok. Well, try this one on for size. You know those female orgasms you’ve heard about?”
“Seriously old man, this getting kinda creepy now. Where did you say you were from again?”
“Dude, just humor me.”
“Ah fine, carry on. I am listening. Just don’t touch me.”
“Dude, just shut up. So, I was saying. Yeah, those female orgasms you have heard about? You are going to become a fucking architect with them. And in case you didn’t know it, they are kind of important to women. Thousands and thousands of women the world over will rub their pussies every night because they recognize when you talk about making women cum, they sense it in your descriptions that you know exactly what you are doing. That any woman in your grasp is in for an earth-shattering experience. One that she will remember and smile about for years. She will ache for you in your absence. Her friends will want to fuck you just so they can feel it too because their men are so bad at it. You will be able to do what so very few men can seem to do to a woman… but the trade-off is, I am going to take that pretty hair of yours, and here is a nice belly we are going to fix on your torso. And no, you can’t have that cheeseburger.”
“Can I test drive this shit first, old man?”
“Call me ‘old man’ one more time, junior. I fuckin’ dare you. And yeah, you can have it one night. Just one. Just so you can make up your mind. Now you see that girl over there?”
‘The hot one?”
“No dumbass. Not the smokin’ hot one who is way out of your league. She is coming home with me, by the way. I am talking about the trampy one with hoop earrings, a tramp stamp, and a cigarette. Not bad. Plenty fuckable, for sure. Now go take a run at her and report back to me.”
Now fast forward 24 hours and junior is now donning a bad hairline that he hides with a razor, an aching back, and a belly, but a bravado he foists right into your fuckin’ face because he knows his shit is the real deal now and all these clowns next to him are a bunch of pathetic asshats.
You see, being my age is a fucking gift.
I love it. I want it no other way.
I can listen to a woman’s troubles and actually care about her struggle now. I can share experiences with her, in every sense, from the conversations to the sexual to just friendship. I can dive deeper than I ever have into her mind. I understand her hopes, dreams, and pains. I see her stresses, and I can put her little head on my shoulder and help to take them away. I recognize that the simple fact that I want to make her day better is what makes it just a little bit easier. A little less shitty. I know she works hard and I know she wants to hand over herself, in some way, to just release herself from the grind.
At my age, I can buy what she needs. I can be her best friend and her 80′s movie romance. I can kiss her, so she can “feel it in her knees”.
And I can see right into her eyes the feeling she feels when I press her right up against a wall, put my hand around her neck, kiss her, and put my other hand between her legs. I can see into her soul at this moment and I know she needs this so fucking bad.
I know, that when I grab her by the meat of her pussy and squeeze while I tighten my grip on her neck, I am opening the door to the room she always wants to reside in.
As my fingers start moving around inside her, then along her clit, over and over, I can stare into her eyes a certain confidence in myself that she is dying to see. That she has seen the lack of, in most men she has encountered, to her bitter disappointment. I can see, that at this moment, I am releasing something inside her, which is her stresses and pains.
She needs this…and I know exactly what to do to give it to her.
As my soaking wet fingers deliver one orgasm after another, and I shove my fingers inside her mouth, she is feeling like a dirty little girl, and I know that she needs so fuckin’ bad to feel like a dirty girl. She has to be this girl, because when she is, she can finally feel free to drop all the bullshit for a moment and just exist, emotionally and physically naked, in her most beautiful color.
So when I devour her now, I make sure to do it right. I know exactly how to break her down and put her back together when I do it. I know how to put her clit right adjacent my upper lip and tongue, how fast and firm she needs it, the importance of my eyes as they meet her soul and slow dance. I know the right amount of speed and spit to make her curl up in a ball in no time and flood her body with earth-shattering orgasms that rock her to her core.
And when I shove my hard cock inside her aching pussy, and when I yank her hair, and when I slap her ass, I do it in a way that I get to witness new life being breathed into her soul.
She is home now.
She is, in this very single moment, in the place she wishes she could always be. As a man, I see what is happening and I thank God I am able to recognize it when it happens.
I spot this for what it is.
I see exactly what is happening. I know what you need and how you feel…
When you cum for me.