Oscar Coleman had been a kind and honest man. Faithful to his lovely wife, Gertrude, for nearly fifty-two years, he’d experienced the ebb and flow that was their sex life with gentlemanly grace. While time spent in the bedroom had dwindled from twice weekly early on in their marriage to non-existent in the latter years, he remained true to his vows until death do they part.
Oscar spent months mourning the loss of his best friend and partner, but in reality, he’d lost the woman he’d married several years prior to her leaving this earth. Still, knowing she was no longer there to hold his hand and smile gratefully while he fed her soup or laugh weakly at his tired jokes made him interminably sad.
On a rather gloomy Thursday afternoon, Oscar forced himself to leave the house and ended up in the library. There he browsed books that held no interest for him until he happened across some giggling teenage boys back in the computer area.
“Seems to me you boys are having way too much fun in a library,” Oscar said, trying not to sound ominous or ogre-like.
The tallest of the boys smirked. “It’s just cuz we figured out a way around the firewall. Now we can look at boobies.”
“Is that a fact?” Oscar asked, trying to decide whether to be outraged or impressed. In all honesty, he was neither. Instead, he was intrigued.
“What kind of boobies?” he asked, genuinely interested in what the boys had to say.
“All kinds of boobies! Big ones, round ones, small ones, they’re all fun to look at.”
It was hard to argue with their logic. After all, Oscar had always been a tit-man himself. His Gertie had a lovely pair of breasts in her day. Just enough to fit in his hand and mouth.
Oscar took a gander at the screen and felt his dick tingle. Ashamed, he looked away.
“How old are those girls? They don’t look old enough to have their boobies out for all to see on the Internet.”
“Says here that all the models on this site are at least eighteen, Gramps. And we're all juniors in high school. so my dad says there’s nothing wrong with looking.”
“If your dad says it’s okay to look, what are you boys doing messing with the library computer to see tits?”
The boy grinned sheepishly. “Cuz my ma feels differently, and she makes the rules at my house.”
Oscar laughed and left the boys to their youthful wickedness. He checked out a book about how to search the Internet and headed home feeling lighter than he had in months.
After supper, Oscar spent a little time perusing the book and got the basic gist of searching for different topics. He pulled out the laptop computer his grandson had bought him for Christmas and was delighted that it turned on quickly and was ready to go.
It had been a long time since he felt anything close to arousal, having focused on caring for his wife and being unwilling to give himself pleasure once she could no longer enjoy sex. But Gertie was gone, and seeing boobies on a computer screen in the library had triggered a need he’d long forgotten.
He typed small titty porn into the search box and hit enter. Disappointed at the results, he realized his browser was in safe search mode. He clicked on turn it off and hit enter again.
Oscar’s eyes bugged out, and his old-man cock wiggled back to life. Displayed before him on the screen were teenaged girls with tiny titties and hairless pussies. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads with innocent faces, tawny eyes, and pouty lips stood naked on his laptop as Oscar’s dick became so hard it hurt.
He felt embarrassed and disloyal but also more excited than he’d been in years. He hesitated for a moment and very nearly closed the laptop out of shame. But he had awakened a yearning that would not be denied.
They had to be eighteen, the boy at the library had said, so it wasn’t illegal. But he was seventy-eight years old! He could be their grandfather! Hell, he could be their great-grandfather!
But those itty-bitty titties seemed to call to him. He spent the next hour clicking on images and videos until he thought his balls would burst.
He found some hand lotion and lubed up his rigid shaft. But try as he might, stroking to the pictures, still or moving, was not enough to make him shoot his load.
He went to bed that night feeling disappointed. But at least he knew he could still get an erection.
He spent the next week getting his chores done in the morning and spending the afternoons naked and stroking. He’d gone to the store and purchased a cable so he could hook the laptop up to his television. Now the naked nubile nymphs looked at him with naughty desire on a sixty-five-inch screen.
Still, ejaculation eluded him, and he wondered if that ship had sailed. Maybe he was just too fucking old.
That didn’t stop him from his daily stroke sessions. He might not be hitting one out of the park, but it sure felt good to be batting again.
One afternoon, the doorbell rang before he closed his blinds and got naked. Irritated, he buttoned his jeans back up and answered the door.
“Yeah, what do you want?” he asked gruffly.
He felt his annoyance ease when he saw the sweet young girl on his porch.
“Hello, my name is Samantha, and I’m going door to door selling magazines to help raise money for my private school tuition. The student who sells the most magazines will get a fifty percent discount on tuition this coming school year.”
“I see. Well, what magazines are you selling?”
“If it’s alright with you, I could come inside and show you our brochure. There are lots of magazines to choose from.”
Oscar’s mind went to a very decadent place. “How old are you, Samantha?”
“I’m seventeen, sir. Almost eighteen. This will be my senior year at Hollow Lane Academy.”
“Well, then, Samantha, come inside, and let’s see what we can do to help you win that prize.”
“Gee, thanks!”
Oscar had no plans to touch this sweet young thing. He just thought spending some time with a living, breathing, sexy little body would make stroke time later on more successful. But there was something flirtatious about their interactions that had him hard, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the in-person component was the part missing.
Still, he had no intentions of risking being arrested for being a pervert and kept his hands to himself. When all was said and done, he purchased seven magazine subscriptions he had no intention of ever reading. He handed her a cash deposit for the publications, sent her on her way, and took a cold shower.
The next day, he made his way to an adult bookstore he’d found during one of his Internet searches. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing there, but it seemed like a logical step in the right direction.
But when he asked the bookstore owner how to find young girls interested in spending time with an older man, he was disillusioned.
“Are you looking for teen prostitutes?” the owner asked loudly enough to make Oscar uncomfortable.
“Heavens, no!” he responded loudly. “Never mind.”
He wandered to the back of the store, figuring he would spend an acceptable amount of time browsing for books so his departure wouldn’t seem too hurried. When he looked up, he realized an older man had followed him. He looked to be in his eighties.
“I know a girl,” the old man said quietly.
“I’m sorry; what now?”
“I know a girl who has a business that provides ejaculation coaches. They don’t have sex with men. But they come to your house, talk to you to get you aroused, and let you jack off on them. It’s cash only, and they are very discreet. I can arrange a meeting with this girl if you are interested.”
“No, thank you. You misunderstood what I was asking the gentleman at the desk,” Oscar said, embarrassed.
“No, I don’t think I did. Look, I get it. My wife has dementia, and I won’t cheat on her, but I still have needs. Sometimes a guy’s hand and some Internet porn just ain’t enough. So, a sweet, young hottie with A-cups and a shaved pussy comes over twice a week, and I get my rocks off. It’s not cheap, but with threads like yours, you ain’t exactly hurting.”
