Mr. Carson and His Different Life (Gay Themes)

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by timmywells

1971 had me as a freshman in college a couple thousand miles away from home. I was often lonely, homesick and not very cautious when it came to looking for affection. Fortunately for me I lived a very charmed life and was very lucky, so most of my “indiscretions” had happy endings.

Ben Carson was one of the wonderful gentlemen I had the pleasure to meet that year, and although to me he looked like he probably did to everybody else, a very distinguished looking silver haired gentleman in his early sixties with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye, I was to find out that there was more behind the facade than one would think.

Not bad mind you, just different. Very different.


I was headed back to my dorm room, trudging along with my books in my backpack after working out in the gym as had been my custom that fall. My somewhat long dirty blonde hair was still damp from the shower, something that I usually enjoyed as much or more than the workout itself, and as it turned out when a red Corvette convertible pulled off to the side of the street next to me I was thinking about that very same person behind the wheel.

“Care for a ride son?” was what he asked, and although I did a double take when I saw the slender senior behind the wheel of the hot car I was able to recognize him after a few seconds.

You see, it was my custom to look at other parts of the men who showered at the gym, usually just glancing up occasionally to make sure my attempts at subtly observing wasn’t being noticed.

I think it was more the very prominent gold band on this gentleman’s very long fingers that finally got me to connect the face with the … other parts of him, and when I did I was more than happy to squeeze into the little bomber alongside my shower mate.

“My name’s Carson – Ben Carson,” he said in voice that sounded deeper than I would have expected to come from his reed-thin body, and as I awkwardly shook that big bony hand and started to introduce myself I discovered he already knew my moniker by saying, “Do you go by Tim, Timothy or Timmy?”

“Uh – Tim is fine,” I mumbled in surprise, and just before I was about to ask how he knew my name he answered my unasked question.

“I happened to follow you at the sign-in desk one day Tim,” Mr. Carson explained.


“I said to myself, Ben – this is a young man to keep an eye on,” he said with bravado as he roared down the road, the breeze drying my hair for me. “It didn’t occur to be until today in the shower room that you were keeping an eye on me as well – and if I’m wrong please forgive me and chalk it up to me being a silly old-timer with a vivid imagination. Am I mistaken about your interest?”

“No,” I said after swallowing hard.

“Good, although with all the muscular young bucks in there like you, I have no idea why a withered old coot like me would catch your eye.”

“I like – mature men,” I said after choosing my words carefully. “My Mom says I was born too late because I like old music – old TV shows – old movies…”

“And old men?” Ben said with a chuckle as he pulled up to the stop light, and after I smiled and shrugged he said, “That’s lucky for me then I guess. Now what I would love to do is take you home with me some time and show you that while there’s snow on the rooftop there’s plenty of fire in the furnace. You interested in spending some time with me some night that you’re free?”

“I don’t have classes until afternoon tomorrow,” I managed to get out before Ben stomped on the gas, cranked out the Steppenwolf on the 8-track and set sail for his home out in the suburbs.

It wasn’t a short ride but it didn’t take long because Ben drove like kids my age did. The Corvette was something he bought as a retirement present to himself, he yelled over to me as he whipped around the winding curves like a seasoned race car driver, and although I was hanging on for dear life at first I figured out he knew what he was doing so I relaxed and thought about my shower buddy.

Ben Carson was a couple of inches taller than my 5’9″ or so but he was very slender, although not in a grotesque bony way. Just very slim and toned like a long distance runner, and if it wasn’t for his shiny silver hair that still looked full I wouldn’t have guessed he was 63.

I told Mr. Carson that I was about to turn 19 next week, and after he told me he had socks that had been around longer than me we shared a laugh as he pulled into his driveway and the end of a quiet dead end street. Ben turned off the car and turned a bit to face me, patting my knee and smiling.

“I have to admit that the times I was in the shower room with you – and I confess to timing my visits in there to coincide with yours lately – I must tell you that my thoughts were anything but pure. Does that bother you?”

“No sir,” I said.

“You have without question the cutest ass I’ve ever seen,” Ben said after admonishing me about calling him sir for at least the second time. “Since you usually try to hide your front goodies for some reason when you shower, that gave me plenty of opportunities to check out that sweet dimpled rump.”

“If you saw what I was hiding you’d understand the reason,” I said in my usual self-depreciating way, but the squeeze of the hand on my leg and Mr. Carson’s rather stern look cut me off.

“You aren’t as good at hiding yourself as you think,” he informed me. “I think I’ve memorized every bit of you, and I think your penis is beautiful. The only reason I seem more interested in your back side is – well to be frank I’m an ass man. Always have been and I suspect I always will be, so when I tell you that yours is gorgeous I speak from experience.

“I lost a lot of weight over the last couple years, but not quite as much back there as much I guess.”

“Good thing too,” Ben said. “There’s a couple of things I’d love to do to that sweet rump, although I understand if it’s not something that you…”

“No, as a matter of fact,” I said in answering the question that was about to be asked. “I kind of like it.”

“Hopefully I don’t have a stroke on the way up the steps,” Ben said before we got out of the car. “Because so far this is going even better than I dreamed.”

Ben made it up the steps just fine, even better than I did, and just before we entered the very nice ranch he stopped before turning the knob.

“Now Tim, when we go in you might be a bit confused and not understand,” Ben cautioned me, which made me nervous. “Trust me that everything is all right and I’m very normal – well – maybe not normal but it all works for me. Okay?”

“Uh – yeah,” I mumbled and nodded while not knowing what in the world I was replying to, but then the door was opening and I was being ushered inside.


The house was very neat and upscale, confirming that Mr. Carson was as well off as his car suggested, but when I saw that he had a maid that put him on a whole other level.

“Tim, I’d like you to meet Jane,” Ben said as he introduced me to a woman who looked a little like the housekeeper on the Brady Bunch, and although she shook my damp hand she looked at me suspiciously, like I was going to steal the silverware or something.

“Tim you say?” Jane said before turning to Mr. Carson and starting to say something before he cut her off.

“Tim works out with me at the gym and since his birthday is next week I thought him and I would have a little party to celebrate,” Ed said. “He’ll be 19. Remember when we were 19?”

“Vaguely,” the maid said before turning to me and asking me my date of birth, and then followed by asking me what day of the week that was.

“Thursday,” I replied, and she thawed a bit when I added that it was exactly 8:30 in the morning when I arrived, and after I finally appeared after my mother was in labor for almost 24 hours she swore that I was going to be an only child.

“Well then happy birthday in advance,” the maid chirped and even gave me a kiss on the cheek and told Mr. Carson that I was adorable. “Pork chops for dinner – I do hope your young friend is joining us.”

“Jane has this talent of being able to tell you what the day of the week was for any date you can name,” Ben said proudly as the maid started puttering around. “It’s not something she learned to do, she just knows it.”

“Amazing,” I agreed as I was ushered down a hall and into a spacious bedroom where the furnishings probably cost more than everything in my house back home did combined.

“Funny thing is that I pride myself on being a patient man,” Ben said as he began undressing me, “But there’s something about you…”

What that was exactly I had no idea although I was no longer questioning it, because after being very unwanted through most of my teens by either gender having older men take a fancy to me was something I enjoyed, and since I guess I was searching for a father figure and they turned me on as well that made it perfect.

“Ben,” I said after my shirt came up over my head and he began nibbling on my shoulders. “The door – in case the maid comes in?”

I had noticed that Ben had swung the door closed when we entered the bedroom, but not only didn’t he lock it behind us it hadn’t even closed all the way and while I enjoyed showing my body at the gym I wasn’t sure how I would feel about the maid coming in on us.

“You worry too much son,” Ben told me as he squeezed my biceps before sitting on the edge of the bed and undoing my belt. Jane knows better to come in here when I bring a young friend home.”


“One thing though,” Ben remarked casually as he rubbed the modest bulge in my briefs before lowering them. “Later, it wouldn’t be a good idea if you called Jane a maid in her presence.”

“Oh, okay,” I said as I felt the usual rush of apprehension whenever my shortcomings would be revealed for the first time, although since Ben had already seen me in the showers – several times apparently – it wasn’t as strong this time. “What should I call her? Jane?”

“Jane is fine,” Ben said as he cupped my nut pouch in his left hand and rolled them in his palm while his right hand grabbed my dick. “That or Mrs. Carson.”

“Mrs. Carson?” I said as Ben took my dick in his mouth and began sucking on it. “You mean she’s your…”

I didn’t finish the question because I was never good at ages and wasn’t entirely sure whether Jane was Ben’s wife or mother, but it didn’t matter because Ben’s mouth was occupied and soon I was on the bed and preoccupied myself.

As was my custom in my youth I had very little self control where sex was concerned, and with a man as skilled orally as Ben Carson I stood no chance. Despite my confusion over the maid/wife/mother woman I was hard in no time and soon after I was cumming hard into the senior’s very eager mouth.

“Let me get you undressed,” I told Ben as he tried to get me on all fours so he could show me that his oral magic didn’t end with the lips.

“Oh – okay Tim,” Ben replied, and we briefly scrambled off the bed so that I could unwrap what I had enjoyed looking at in the showers.

Ben was slender yet not absurdly so and his lean torso was not as muscular as I sensed it once had been, but he was in excellent shape for a man his age and he seemed to enjoy me telling him so.

“This is even sexier dry,” I said of the cloud of silver hair on his chest that I had only seen pasted to his skin, but as I raked my fingers up through the mat of curls I saw his rather plump crimson nipples through the fur.

“Oh my,” Ben sighed as I leaned down and sucked on his nipples, cradling the back of my head and drawing me close while my mouth worked on first the left and then the right while I held on to Ben’s sides and let my thumbs stroke the abundant hair under his arms as he shivered. “That’s very nice – everything – so nice.”

“I know how you felt before because I can’t wait either,” I told Ben while undoing his belt and keeping my eyes fixed on his. “Something I couldn’t take my eyes off of before.”

When I undid the belt Ben’s baggy trousers dropped immediately to the carpet with a thump, causing us both to smile. I leaned over and nuzzled into his neck while I let my hand slide down the outside of his boxer shorts in search of something I knew would not be tough to find.

“Thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me – or maybe soap got in my eyes,” I whispered into Ben’s ear in between nibbles as my hand went down the length of his cock – lower and lower until I reached the end and whispered the words I had learned all men loved to hear, “Damn – I can’t believe a man can be this big.”

“You like that Tim?” Ben was saying as I rubbed the long snake and ground myself into him. “You enjoy big cocks?”

“Yes, and yours is so…” I gasped before dropping to my knees and tugging Ben’s boxers down to expose his manhood while he raked his hands through my scalp.

“Omigod,” I muttered as I grabbed the rubbery hose and lifted it up, exposing a pair of balls that hung loosely in a furry sac, and as I looked up at Ben I added, “Looks even bigger close up. It’s unbelievable.”

By the look on his face I could tell that Ben, like most men I had encountered, enjoyed being told how well endowed they were even when I was embellishing the case a little. As far as Ben was concerned, while what I was holding at stretching wasn’t anything remarkable as far as thickness was concerned, there was no denying that Ben Carson had a very long penis indeed.

What was most incredible to me was the foreskin on the sleek beige organ which was the longest I had ever seen, at least an inch of shroud covering the conical head of his member which was in there somewhere, and I knew I would enjoy coaxing it out.

I remember wishing I hadn’t be cut as I began sucking on Ben’s gelatinous cock, because having a long foreskin like his would make me look more impressive, or at least not quite as pitiful in my eyes.

Ben’s cock was almost a smooth 8 or 9″ inches of beige flesh with only the slightest indication of the outline of his glans and just one solitary vein along the top of his organ that began at the stump and disappeared halfway down.

My mouth was traveling about half of the length, and while Ben wasn’t getting bigger he was getting harder. I looked at the silver bush his cock sprouted out of and noted that if he trimmed around the stump like a lot of guys did his length would be even more impressive, not that he needed help.

“You’re quite the cocksucker, aren’t you Tim?” Ben said as he leaned my head back.

“I love your cock,” I told him honestly while looking at the part that wasn’t wearing my saliva. “Wish I could take more of it.”

“You’re doing fine son,” Ben assured me. “More than fine. So well that I think we better get on the bed and change things around a bit. I’m afraid that at my age I’m only good for one go-around and I think you know where I want to end up. Unless you’ve changed you mind that is.”

“No sir – I mean Ben,” I replied as I looked ominously at the long spear bobbing in front of me. “I’ll try but you’re so big…”

“I’ll be gentle son,” Ben assured me as he reached down under my arms and helped me to my feet, and as we faced each other our dicks hit each other.

“Oh my – you’re erect again,” Mr. Carson said as he watched our cocks waving around down there.

“Sucking your big cock – it really turned me on,” I said as I playfully tried to hit his swaying member with my little prong. “Think I’m going to lose this sword fight.”

“I think we both win, don’t you?” Ben asked as he reached down and grabbed both of our cocks in his large wrinkled hand, squeezing them together. “You’re so hard – how I miss getting that erect – but we look good together don’t we?”

Ben moved us over so we were opposite a large mirror above a dresser, and it was a reflection that showed how different we were in age and everything else.

“Can I?” I asked timidly as I got my dick loose from Ben’s grip and tried something myself.

I had peeled Ben’s foreskin back while I was giving him head to expose the nose cone-like glans of his flesh rocket, but while as he got erect the shroud became less so his cock still looked like a cocoon. A tunnel I wanted to explore.

“What – oh!” Ben exclaimed as he watched what I was doing, and when I managed to plug the head of my dick into his foreskin and pushed in until our dicks met the senior got giddy. “That’s amazing. I never experienced that before.”

“The only advantage of having a tiny one I’m afraid. Feels good doesn’t it?” I asked as I pushed into him hard, and Ben nodded until finally he disengaged us.

“Too good I’m afraid,” Ben confessed. “A little more than that and I might have lost it.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe another time,” Ben lamented as we turned to go to the bed before the old man stopped us and looked over my shoulder and suggested I look back at the mirror. “Look at you.”

I glanced over my shoulder at my backside reflection, wincing when I looked at a butt I thought too big, and while I no longer was the doughy high school kid and had a decent body now I found my pale and almost hairless body as unappealing as a man’s form could be, and told Ben so.

“Not in my eyes, and I’m still 20/20,” Ben told me as he moved us around so the mirror showed us from the side. “You’re like a statue.”

I almost laughed at that but held it back and let Ben’s hands work over my chest and shoulders, even enjoying him maneuvering my upper torso so I was making muscles for him.

“Even not pumped up you’re like an Adonis,” Ben marveled at a physique that wouldn’t even get a second look in a real bodybuilding competition, but I was enjoying his enjoyment no matter how silly it might have looked.

“So hard and smooth,” Ben declared as he squeezed my bicep, leaning forward and lightly biting my muscle before kissing his way down to my armpit and continuing his affection by nibbling at licking the moist hollow and the modest patch of peach fuzz.

“You like that don’t you Tim?” Ben asked as my body shook and our cocks kept dueling, grinning when he saw the rope of pre-cum in the tip of my dick. “I’ll do anything to make you happy – but first…”

I was placed on all fours and very meticulously positioned so I was facing the large mirror across from the bed. This afforded me a perfect view of myself in the submissive position that I was quite familiar and comfortable with, and I raised my ass up to give Ben a better view of my bubble butt that he was so crazy about.

“I don’t know what I want to do more with your gorgeous little butt, fuck it or eat it,” Ben sighed as he began to join me on the bed, his hand on my ass while his cock sprang around wildly when his knees hit the bed. “I’ve wanted to do this from the first time I saw you.”

Ben had decided what he wanted to do first, and I looked up to the mirror just as he was spreading my cheeks and putting his face in the crack. The feel of his tongue caressing my anus created goose bumps all over my body, and as his face pushed in farther I learned that Mr. Carson’s tongue seemed as long as his cock.

“Oh man – this is unbelievable!” I howled without exaggeration as he poked inside of me, and the snorting sounds the old man made as he rimmed me only added to the enjoyment.

His tongue burrowed deep into me, probing in and out in between letting in slide down to the underside of my balls, and when his hand reached around and found my dick hard he expressed surprise at my resilience.

“I guess you do like this,” Ben commented as he stroked my erection before going back down for more.

Being naked in a room this bright would have been impossible for me before recently, but losing weight combined with having discovered men liked me as I was had changed that. In the quite revealing mirror I clearly saw Ben’s grey hair over my backside and a long rope of pre-cum hanging down from the tip of my gumdrop glans that dropped off just as the old man’s head came up.

“I feel a bit guilty,” Ben explained as he reached over into the night table and removed a tube of gel, and as he generously lathered up his long sleek member he explained. “Your anus – have you ever looked at it? It’s beautiful. It looks so pink and pure it’s as if nothing’s ever gone in or out. You okay Tim?”

“Yes,” I assured him as I put a little quiver in my voice while I gave his long prong a wary look. “Guess I’m just a little scared.”

“I’m shaking too son – only not from nerves,” Ben replied as he tossed the tube aside and moved up close with his slick spear leading the way. “Now just relax son.”

I let out a sob that was far more pleasure than pain, and as Ben took a hold of my scalp and gently raised my head backwards a bit I rolled my eyes back into my skull as the old man slid a little deeper and leaned over me with a wicked grin.

“Ow! Please,” I whimpered.

“Don’t you like it Tim?”

“Yes but – I don’t think I can. I think it’s too big,” I begged as Ben worked the tip of his cock slowly in. “Is it all in me?”

“Lord no,” Ben chuckled. “Long way to go for that but I’ll be gentle and I’ll take my time. I think I might surprise you with my endurance, although looking at you like this is testing my resolve.”

In and out the head of Ben’s cock went, dipping a little deeper with each stroke as his hands caressed my back and shoulders while telling me to relax.

“You’re doing great son,” Ben declared. “You’re so sweet and tight. How does it feel?”

“Big,” I grunted as Ben had pushed almost all of his manhood into me.

“You like it though, don’t you Tim?” Ben asked as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out of me, and as his hand grabbed my scalp again and made my eyes meet his in the reflection I saw the fire in his gaze. “Tell me.”

“I like it,” I grunted, rolling my eyes back in my skull again as he completely impaled me.

“Tell me about it – I like dirty talk,” Ben hissed.

“Your cock – so freaking big it’s splitting me in two,” I dramatically announced. “I can feel it pulsating in me.”

“You want more though, don’t you?” Ben asked. “You love my big pecker as much as I love your sweet ass, don’t you? You want it harder and faster.”

“Yes – I do,” I choked out, and with that Ben proceeded to show me that age is really just a number.

Despite my being much stronger and younger Ben treated my body like a rag doll, and although it couldn’t have been done without my cooperation I loved the feeling of this wiry senior having his way with me.

Showing remarkable limberness Ben leaned back on his haunches and as he did pulled me back with him, the result of which was him skewering me with his cock, and as I leaned back against him his hand came around and grabbed my boner.

“This tells me how much you like it more than words,” Ben snapped as he bit my shoulder lightly while his thumb and index fingers jerked me hard, and then Mr. Carson found out that not only did I love it I had little self control as I sprayed the bedding with my orgasm.

“Had enough?” Ben asked as he leaned me back forward, and after I indicated the answer was no he hunched over me and thrust hard and fast.

His cock was relentless as he humped me with the exuberance of a teenager, probing rhythmically and deep while his hands encircled me. I was dripping with sweat by then, allowing his hands to glide over me and pluck at my nipples which were too slick to really grasp.

Then I ended up flat on my stomach while Ben kept going, massaging my back while amorously assaulting my anus with his instrument, and then I found myself spun onto my back with Ben wedging a pillow under the base of my spine and lifting my legs high and wide.

“Omigod!” I cried out as I grabbed the backs of my thighs while Ben slid his manhood back in me. “Feels even bigger this way. You’re like a machine.”

“Warned you,” Ben grinned as he leaned over me, and although he no longer looked like the distinguished gentleman he had been in the car with his silver locks now a wild mess and his lean body dripping sweat onto me, I found his cockiness as exciting as his incredible endurance.

It had to end eventually, and it did after Ben put me in yet another position. After moving us so the mirror was on our right Ben had me straddle him as he held his still stiff cock upright, and as I slowly squatted down and took in into my anus the ease at which it glided in made be sure it had to be gaping wide open by then.

“I’m afraid I’ll never last long like this,” Ben declared after I impaled myself on his stiff tool. “It’s tough enough looking at you in the mirror but seeing you like this – not too big anymore am I?”

“No sir,” I replied, and my title slip up didn’t get anything but a smile. “It’s perfect.”

“And look at you,” Ben remarked as I moved up and down on him very gingerly since I was getting sore by then. “Your dick is almost hard again. If I was your age again we would never get out of bed.”

My cock was almost back to life, although it looked a little the worse of wear since my usually pink little prong was now a rather angry red thanks to Ben’s enthusiastic pulling on it whenever he could.

“Is my little friend as sore as he looks?” he asked as I made like he was a horse on a merry-go-round, and I shrugged my shoulders as he reached down and put a bony finger underneath it and let it slide up and down the underside.

“That feels nice,” I admitted as despite the soreness I got harder from the stroking.

“Do you think you can really cum again?” he asked as he bit his lower lip.

“If you keep doing that,” I responded.

“Want to see if we can cum together,” Ben grunted, his face red and his neck muscles bulging. “Can’t hold it back much longer – let me know when you’re ready.”

“Rub harder – press under the base. Hard.”

“Like that?” Ben asked, and after I nodded he gasped, “Put your hands behind your neck if you can – tense your muscles – yes! Just like that…”

The rest was lost as Ben groaned along with me, and while the timing wasn’t precise as I felt Ben’s cock throb a bit before I came, the soothing warmth of his sap coating my bowels as my toy cannon spat a modest load onto the silver cloud on his torso was a fitting climax in every way.

I fell off of Ben and settled next to him, and after a few seconds of rest he was leaning over me, kissing my chest and nibbling my nipples while his mischievous look returned to his face.

“Even your sweat tastes like spring water,” he opined as he licked around my collarbone and let his tongue slide under my arm to orally caress the peach fuzz while I giggled in response.

“I suspect dinner is almost ready,” Ben mentioned, and when I glanced over at the clock I was stunned to see how long Ben had made love to me. “There’s a shower there in the bathroom through that door.”

“How about you?” I asked, and after Ben said he could wait for me to get done I suggested differently, saying, “I’d like to take one with you if you would like.”

“Really?” he said in a surprised voice, and after I said I would like that a lot we climbed off of the bed and headed that way.

“Wait a second Tim,” Ben said as he stopped us in front of the mirror again. “Look at us – look at you. You’re beautiful.”

I had already figured out that Ben liked looked at us in the mirror, and while I winced a little at me standing there with all my shortcomings exposed and the red marks on my knees and elbows and other places making me look like I had been savaged, I guess Ben saw something different.

“I think WE look beautiful,” I corrected, the smile on the old man’s face never wider, and then we went into the bathroom to clean off.

The shower was plenty big, giving us plenty of room to clean ourselves and each other. I gave what Ben called a very localized scrubbing, enjoying soaping up his long flaccid hose and stretching the limp organ out to preposterous lengths as I tested the rubbery flesh’s limitations.

“If I was forty years younger you wouldn’t be playing with a dead dick right now, I assure you of that,” Ben said with a twinge of sadness.

“I don’t think I could handle a 20 year old Ben Carson,” I said honestly as he reached around and cleaned my bottom. “I may never walk normally again after you got done with me.”

“Nonsense,” Ben replied and as he looked down through the spray and saw what the shower had done to me he laughed and commented, “There’s no keeping that pointer down, is there?”

“Can’t help it,” I replied regarding my re-energized dick and then seriously replied, “It’s the company I’m with I guess, but I think there’s something wrong with me.”

“Nothing wrong with having non-stop erections. I mean, when I was young I was resilient but nothing like you. Can I do something to get rid of it at least temporarily for you?”

“No, I’m fine,” I answered, but when I looked down at Mr. Carson’s flaccid member I changed my tune.

“Do you mind?” I asked as I reached down and brought his cock up to meet mine.

“Surely you jest,” was Ben’s reply as I pushed the head of my dick into his foreskin, and then I squeezed us together, at which point Ben’s hand joined mine.

“Feels so good,” I said as my stiff prong was crushed into my old friend’s rubbery organ, and as I began moving my hip to and fro I added, “Hope we don’t run out of hot water.”

“We won’t,” Ben said as his free hand drew my close to him, and as our slick bodies pressed into each other I savored the feeling for as long as I could before I felt the tingle.

“Cum for me Tim,” Ben said as I leaned into the slender senior while nuzzling into his neck, and while I doubt whether I was able to ejaculate anything at that point the electric feeling of the orgasm was the same.

“My wife is a great cook,” Ben said after I got my legs under me and we rinsed off, answering the question I would never have asked. “I think we worked up an appetite, don’t you?”

“Yes sir – I mean Ben,” I quickly added, and then in a few minutes we were at the dining room table eating a meal that I would like to say I hadn’t had the equal of since I was back home with Mom, except Mom was no great shakes as a cook and when we had something like pork chops ours would be little skinny things instead of the two inch thick monsters I was encouraged to have two of.

As the three of us ate I looked over at the woman who was married to the man I had just slept with. Jane was a pleasant woman who was a little older than my Mom, and I couldn’t help think of Alice on the Brady Bunch when I looked at her.

Did she know what went on in that bedroom? I don’t know if we were loud but how could she not know? Yet she was charming and gracious and so nice that by the end of the meal I was as confused as I was full.

“I’ll be taking Tim to his dorm dear,” Ben said, answering the question of what was next, and as Mrs. Carson puttered around I whispered to Ben that I thought my wallet must have been left in the bedroom.

He asked me if I knew the way and I told him I did, but after I headed down the hall I realized that this place was so large that I should have asked because unlike home you could get lost in here.

I got to the end of the hall where there were two doors next to each other, and so I just opened the closest one. As it turned out it was the wrong one.



Leave it to me to pick the wrong door. That was my immediate reaction when I flicked on the light because that was my luck. Chose heads and tails comes up, pick odd and it turns out even, and as far as rock/paper/scissors goes – well you get the idea.

I was in a bedroom alright but not the right one. This was just as lavishly furnished as the one we had been in and might have actually been the exact same room with one exception, but that was a rather major exception.

On the wall that separated the two bedrooms, there wasn’t a mirror, or at least not the kind I was familiar with in the other bedroom. It was more like a window and through the window you could see the entire bedroom. The practically destroyed bed with the sheets coated with our bodily fluids, the tube of lubricant on the carpet and even my wallet by the night table. It was all there to see from here.

On this side of the room there was a large chair facing the mirror/window and on the floor behind it a wine glass with a little remaining in it and a vibrator – one that was every bit as large as the real thing I had enjoyed – and a bottle of lotion. Way too much for my mind to absorb.

“Ahem,” came the clearing of a throat behind me, and while I jumped as I turned and saw Ben in the doorway, I supposed it was better than the alternative.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t snooping. Not really. I thought this was the room,” I mumbled but Ben waved my apology off.

“We’ll talk in the car,” Ben responded as I went past him and into the right room while Mr. Carson turned the light off and waited for me to get my wallet.

“Please don’t say anything,” Ben cautioned me as we went back to the kitchen, and I nodded.

Using what I hoped were good acting skills I thanked Mrs. Carson who the delicious dinner, and judging by the way she acted I guess I pulled it off. I gave her a hug that she returned in kind and even gave me another kiss on the cheek before we departed.

“I hope you come back again Tim,” Jane Carson said, her wholesome expression not revealing anything more than my ‘oh shucks’ manner had. “I do like it so when Ben brings his friends over for a visit.”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied. “Very nice to meet you Mrs. Carson, and dinner was great!”

The ride to my dorm was much slower than the ride to Ben’s home and was made in silence with a very muted Magic Carpet Ride the only sound until we got to my building.

“Thank you for being so nice to Jane as we left,” Ben said after turning off the ignition and swiveling in his bucket seat to face me, wincing at the movement and adding, “My back is reminding me I’m not a kid anymore.”

“You’d never know it,” I replied, trying to ease the tension in the car.

“Anyway, you deserve an explanation.”

“No, I mean I shouldn’t have gone into that room. Should have made sure that I had my wallet,” I rambled, ready to apologize for everything under the sun but Ben cut me off.

“Don’t be silly. Remember before we entered the house and we were in the driveway and I told you that you might be a little confused and things might be a little strange to you?”

“Yes,” I replied. “You did say that. I mean, I knew you had a wedding ring so I figured you were married – or had been married.”

“I am, and I love Jane with all my heart,” Ben explained. “You see, we never had children and most of our lives we had been – I guess what today they call swingers – although we were always very discrete about it. We shared our bed with many a couple and select young ladies and gentlemen.”

“Oh. Like that movie Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice?”

“I suppose, only in our case it was Ben and Jane and fill in the blanks. We enjoyed sex with other people and really enjoyed watching each other have sex, especially young folks like you. I would have sex with a young man or woman and Jane would also enjoy other guys and gals while we watched each other,” Ben told me. “It didn’t mean we didn’t love each other. In fact I think it helped our marriage although I wouldn’t recommend it to everybody. Does any of this make sense to you?”

“I guess,” I said although I was still dazed.

“A few years ago Jane had a bit of a health problem. Thankfully she pulled through and is fine now, but the operation left her – let’s just say she doesn’t feel comfortable letting others see her now,” Ben explained, adding, “Although she looks every bit as beautiful to me.”

“She’s a pretty lady,” I said, seeing the woman for the first time through Ben’s moist eyes.

“Thank you. Anyway, she – we – are still as alive as we ever were and time and issues couldn’t tame Jane’s sex drive so she wanted – insisted that we continue our sex lives but in just a slightly different way,” Ben concluded. “That’s the reason for the one-way mirror and the viewing area.”

“She watches you?”

“She watched us. Every minute I suspect, and she probably enjoyed it almost as much as I did. How do you feel about that? Be honest.”

“It feels weird,” I admitted. “I mean, there’s no way I could have ever done that stuff with you if I knew your wife was watching.”

“I know, and that’s the beautiful thing about it. You were uninhibited and as horny as we ever were.”

“I haven’t really had women see me naked before,” I said, unable to stop the shiver that noticeably shot though my body when I thought about being paraded in front of that mirror like that while Mrs. Carson sat there watching. “The time I did – it didn’t work out well.”

“I can’t speak for that but I can tell you one thing,” Ben confided. “When you went to get your wallet I asked Jane what she thought about you, and she said she didn’t know what she wanted to do more, fuck you or adopt you. She’s wild about you and even though she got herself off watching you and me, by the time I get back she’ll be in bed waiting for me.”

“Lucky for me while you killed my pecker at least for the time being,” Ben added, “I have a the tongue of a teenager and I’ve been told I know how to use it.”

“You sure do,” I agreed.

“And I don’t know if you noticed, but Jane still has a great ass on her,” Ben chuckled and winked. “And she loves being married to an guy who enjoys it.”

“Are you going to tell her that I know about her watching?” I asked before I climbed out of the car.

“No, and I hope you don’t should you visit again,” Ben replied. “She would be very embarrassed about it. I was afraid you overheard her when she came. Even through the wall sometimes I can hear her when she’s having an orgasm. She’s a howler when she cums, and you know when I would grab your hair and pull your head back while I fucked you? That gets her every time and that’s when I heard her.”

“Guess I was distracted by other things,” I sheepishly admitted. “I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“I’m sure she did. Well, I guess I’ll see you at the gym,” Ben said she we prepared to part. “Don’t be afraid to drop the soap, and if you do take your time picking it up.”

“Okay,” I said as I climbed out of the Corvette and walked across the green to my dorm.

“That ass looks great even in jeans,” I heard Ben say before he roared home to his wife while I tried to convince myself that the last several hours had actually happened.

The End.


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