(No old men including myself were hurt during the writing of the story.)
Disclaimer: Graphical events are described in the story. Hence reader discretion is advised. The author is not responsible for any untoward incidents which may arise out of its perusal. Old men, people with heart conditions, carrying women and children below 18 are advised to read it at their own discretion.
He must have been about eighty five and was still strong as an ox. Traces of his youth and beauty still remained with him. Some would call him handsome even at this age. His skin had not lost any of the freshness and glow of youth. He had all his teeth intact and they were still strong and white. May be he had become a little grey over the temples but even those stray hairs looked strong and wiry. He had been comfortable with his wife and had never bothered about love. Love? It’s a fancy word used by idiots who can’t get it up without a touch of imagination.
He had never used aphrodisiacs; everything was at his beck and call. His wife had loved him like a god without getting anything in return for a long time. She had grown old and wan in his service. He was very demanding and brutal in that regard. Of course they had little sex any more. But he was not bothered. There were house girls for fun and there was the technique of self-love if everything else failed.
He never had any qualms in indulging in it from the beginning itself. It made him calm and serene. It expelled the violence in him. There was a time when he used to do it a dozen times a day and that too late into his fifties. Now he doesn’t do it more than twice a day, while taking a bath in the morning and the evening. It was more like a medical examination, more to check his virility than anything else.
With all his great looks and physical strength girls were unfortunately short in supply for him. Somehow they sensed the total lack of sentiment in the man. He was completely at sea about it. He was also strangely unmindful of his personal beauty. If it came in handy good, if it did not well he was little bothered. Yet one could not rely on self-love every time, it’s not like the real thing. He resorted to devious methods to catch his prey. He had to work hard at it but he also had some success. Sometimes a little greasing of the palms of someone would make it easy.
On this day he was in the bath and had began the regular work-out without a care in the mind. He never needed any detailed visualization to do the thing. He had only to think of women in general and he would be alive and kicking. Not this time. It was as if the ship had anchored in the deepest of seas and the anchor got stuck somewhere down there. He could experience a deep hollow within his abdomen. It was a chasm he had never experienced in life.
He panicked. He could never remember an occasion where the thing had failed him.
He got hot and cold in the head. He had just got hold of a girl for household chores after the old one had left not being able to cope up. This girl was like honey. He had planned on beginning the assault that day.
Cursing everything including the god he jumped out of the bath.
He almost smashed into the new girl at the door. She was not watching him through any slits was she? The… the …..
He shouted at her:
Did you clean the cow shed, you no good?
The girl laughed and ran off exclaiming
What’s wrong with him all of a sudden!
He had to do something about it. His heart sank at the indignity of approaching a doctor to ask for help. Unlike the rest in his age group he did not consider other options at all. That did not even arise in his mind.
The doctor looked him many times over and asked him.
How old are you?
That‘s none of your business. He retorted angrily.
Grandpa, it is my business. I have to prescribe a stimulant for you. I need to know your age.
He did not mind the Grandpa thing. It has never bothered him. But he was reluctant to admit his age to anyone including himself.
60.
He murmured almost inaudibly.
The doctor sat up and took good hard look at him. He had heard quite clearly, he was used to hearing even murmurs from death beds. But the doctor very well knew that patients rarely told him the correct age. So he normally added ten years to it and arrived at the believable age of the patient. Here is guy who at seventy ………..
And you still want to ………
He saw his patient becoming livid in the face and desisted from further commenting on the propriety of it. He secretly wondered how these old bastards kept up a liking for the thing. He could not at his young age.
The wife hints every now and then.
We don’t go visiting our folks anymore!
He would freeze at that. When translated, it actually meant -we don’t do it often enough my dear man, a change of place might help like last time, who knows!
......Now our folk’s house in the country, it has plenty of space and peace and quiet.-
God how women hide a lot of meaning inside a simple sentence……….
He shuddered involuntarily.
These old guys, they are dynamite.
He put certain questions to make sure that the old lecher was not a heart patient and had no other illnesses which set on suddenly.
He advised as the old guy was leaving.
Be careful with it
Our man went home trumpeting like a whale. It took some trouble to convince the girl of the necessity of being secretive about it. But at last he was able to lure her into an old and empty pool at one end of his estate and was into the mood immediately. The prescription was working wonderfully.
Then something happened of which he had no recollection afterwards. He was suddenly not within his old and trusted body.
He was somewhere else, well not spatially, no; he was still at the old place.
But he could view two of him around now, one was lying on the ground face down and prostrate on top of the girl. That one was strangely not moving. The other one was him now, he had all the old urges in him still. He was still trying to grab the girl and continue with the interrupted effort. But the girl was otherwise occupied and was not minding him in the least. She was trying to throw his other body off her chest and could hardly help screeching in the attempt.
She hastily clamped her hand on her mouth and feverishly sat up gathering her cloths.
The dirty old fucker, she said panting. He doesn’t have sou with him too.
She spat in revulsion and hurriedly slouched off from the place.
His subtle body was still franticly trying to alternatively get back into the old carcass and run after the girl to make her come back…………
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