The senior citizen's TV watching gets interrupted by a call.


"What are you wearing honey?" Henry asked.

"Just a t-shirt. It's pretty long though. It has Krazy Kat on it. He's a cartoon character."

"I know. I bet you look cute as the dickens too," Henry guessed.

"I dunno about that. I took a shower before so I don't have to do it in the morning," Debbie said. "I shaved my legs too. I know they don't get real hairy but when you rubbed my calves this afternoon I think you could probably feel it."

"I could feel it, but it was so soft that it felt nice," Henry opined. "Sometimes when girls don't shave the stubble is really coarse but not you."

"I didn't shave under my arms though," Debbie said. "It seemed that you kinda liked the - what did you call it - peach fuzz? - and I like the way you rubbed it too. I even started doing it to myself without realizing it. Sitting at school with my elbows on the desk and all of a sudden my thumbs are under my arms stroking like you do."

"Are you doing that now honey?" Henry asked as his hand started to moved faster up and down his stiff tool.

"No, my hand is - somewhere else," Debbie admitted with a nervous giggle.

"Well, if you like my fingers stroking your underarms like that, maybe you'd like my tongue doing that too," Henry suggested, and after some rustling he said, "Debbie? You still there?"

"Hello?" Debbie gasped. "Sorry. Lost the phone there for a second."

"Did I gross you out honey?"

"No Henry, it's just that I never thought - gee - the next time I come over I'll have to make sure I use extra deodorant."

"No honey, don't do that. I love you just the way you are," Henry said. "Deodorant burns the tongue, and besides you're sweet enough as you are."

"What are you doing Henry?" Debbie asked. "Your voice sounds - funny."

"I'm masturbating honey," Henry admitted. "My fist is going up and down my cock. Thinking about you gets me so horny that I don't feel my age anymore. I can still taste your pussy too. I can't wait until I see you again."

"Same here," Debbie said. "This is so exciting having a boy feel like this about me and look at me like you do."

"Maybe a lot of fellows have but you didn't notice," Henry said, smiling at being called a boy. "Oh honey, you sucked my cock so good today. I wish it was your mouth going up and down instead of my hand."

"I tried my best," Debbie said, her voice coming out in bursts. "I'll do better next time though."

"I know you will," Henry said, his fist relentlessly stroking himself. "You're so sweet - can't - gonna! Ah!"

"Henry..." Debbie gasped, and then came a minute of silence with only breathing on each end that eventually slowed.

Henry Wilcox pulled on his deflating cock, trying to milk the last of his orgasm out, and while the orgasm lacked the intensity of the one earlier in the day, the fact that he could get it up twice in one day at his age made him a bit proud even though it was the girl at the other end responsible.


"Here Henry," Debbie said.

"Did you?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't the same," Debbie said. "Nothing like today."

"Same here Debbie."

"I can't come over tomorrow after school," Debbie explained while Henry looked at the rope of semen on the back of his hand. "We go out for pizza on Friday nights."

"That's okay honey," Henry replied. "You have a life of your own. I'm grateful you share a little bit of it with me."

"Are you kidding? I was telling Jennifer about you and was going on and on and she said that it sounded like I was in love with you or something," Debbie related. "I told her that I just liked you a lot and I loved the way you made me feel. I think I can come over Saturday afternoon for a while if you're going to be around."

"Nowhere else for me to go," Henry said. "Especially if you might come over."

"Okay. Um... what are we going to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe you can help me hang some curtains," Henry said, and laughed after there was a moment of silence.

"I will if you want," Debbie said.

"No honey, I wouldn't waste a minute of time with you like that," Henry said.

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