Frank and Harold had been circling each other at the rundown gay bar for weeks. Both pushing seventy, both with the kind of small, stubborn cocks that never got much bigger than four inches even when they were rock hard. That night Frank finally cut the bullshit.
Your place or mine? he growled, voice rough from decades of cigarettes.
Mine. Its closer, Harold said. They didnt bother with small talk in the car. Franks hand was already in Harolds lap, squeezing the soft little bulge through cheap slacks. Fuck, its tiny, Frank muttered, almost admiring. Harold just grunted and spread his legs wider.
They barely got the door closed before clothes started hitting the floor. Harolds cock was already half-hard, short and thick at the base, the head pink and shiny. Franks was even smaller, curved slightly to the left, balls low and heavy. They stood there in the dim living room light staring at each others dicks like they were looking at something rare.
Get on your knees, old man, Frank ordered. Harold dropped without argument. Franks small cock fit perfectly in Harolds mouth. He sucked it straight down, nose pressed into wiry gray pubes, tongue working the underside in sloppy circles. Frank groaned and grabbed Harolds bald head, fucking his face in short, hard thrusts. Spit ran down Harolds chin onto his own chest.
Jesus, you suck cock like youve been starving for it, Frank said. He pulled out and slapped his wet little dick against Harolds cheek. Now show me yours.
Harold stood. Frank wrapped a gnarled hand around Harolds stubby cock and stroked it fast, thumb rubbing the leaking slit. Look at this pathetic little thing. Bet it still shoots a big load though. He dropped to his knees and took Harold into his mouth, sucking hard and noisy, cheeks hollowing. Harolds hips jerked. His small cock throbbed against Franks tongue.
They moved to the bedroom still half-dressed, pants around their ankles. Frank bent over the edge of the bed, ass up, gray hair dusting his crack. Harold spat on his own small cock and pushed in. The fit was tight and perfect; Franks hole clenched around the short thickness like it was made for it. Harold fucked him in steady, deep strokes, balls slapping Franks taint with every thrust.
Harder, you old fuck, Frank snarled into the mattress. Use that little cock.
Harold grabbed Franks hips and pounded faster, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Frank reached back and jerked his own tiny cock in time with the thrusts. When he came it was sudden and messy, thin ropes of cum splattering the sheets while his hole fluttered around Harolds dick. Harold followed right after, burying himself to the root and unloading with a long, broken groan.
They didnt stop there. After a short rest they swapped. Frank fucked Harold on his back, legs spread wide, that small curved cock sliding in and out of Harolds loosened hole while they kissed with open mouths and plenty of tongue. Harold came again just from the pressure on his prostate, his own little cock spurting untouched across his stomach.
Later, lying side by side and sweaty, Frank reached over and gave Harolds soft cock a gentle tug. Were doing this again tomorrow.
Harold smiled, eyes half-closed. Bring lube next time. I want you to fuck me twice as long.
Frank laughed, low and dirty. Deal, you horny old bastard.
