I sat in the waiting room awaiting my appointment and idly reading some of the outdated men's magazines that were available. It was pretty quiet, an odd time really for an appointment I guess, for the only other person waiting was a young girl with a small child, the two keeping each other active and awaiting their own appointment with another doctor. Indeed, not more than a few pages into my magazine they were admitted to their doctor's exam room and I was by myself again.

Actually, I've always been 'by myself.' I got burnt rather badly in junior high when I attempted to find out what these odd urges were and asked my good buddy about them. The only good thing about that time was that we were seniors and he was going off to the private Catholic high school in a few more months whereas I was going to the public high school, for he turned on me and also poisoned most of the friends I did have against me (at least those heading to the same Catholic school). It was then I decided that I'd look out for number one and, after figuring out the joys of masturbation to relieve some of the build up, I managed to go through high school and college fully focused on keeping my body in its best shape and also honing my intellect by graduating with high honors in my chosen field. Twenty five years later the few gay men I did know were coupled and quite happy together while I still worked hard at my job and was damned good at it, but had nobody to come home to afterwards.

Now approaching fifty, I was starting to assess how well I had spent my first 25 years as a 'real' adult and wondering if I'd somehow made a mistake by not allowing love into the equation. My body was still in excellent shape as I still visited the gym regularly to keep it that way and my doctor for years just told me that whatever I was doing to keep at it because he was quite impressed with my overall health. The appointment today, however, would encompass the more invasive examinations that men begin going through as they get to 'middle age,' the dreaded prostate and colon exam as well as the more pleasant testicular exam along with the normal examination procedures. While I mused about what 'could have been,' the waiting room door opened and in walked some U.S.D.A. Prime!

He was about my height and weight, with medium length dark hair that was threaded like mine with strands of silver. Nice wide shoulders, good set of biceps and forearms, with a narrow waist was on top while his thighs and calves looked muscled as well. He wore a fitted t-shirt, not skin tight like the young bloods wear or baggy like the less fortunate to hide their bulging bellies and sides, but enough to show me that he had some nice pecs. A pair of tailored shorts showed me that his legs were hairy, virile dark hair coating them from what I could see between the short socks and sneakers and the hem of the shorts. His butt was full and hard looking inside the seat of the shorts and made me wonder how nice they'd feel in my hands. I could hear him talk quietly with the receptionist and then sigh a bit before turning around and looking me directly in the eye!

He smiled, a nice even set of clean white teeth inside it, and then moved to sit across me, his legs naturally opening a bit wide as he faced me and reached out a hand.

"Aren't waiting rooms a bitch? I'm Kevin, nice to meet you..?"

"Mike, good to meet you, Kevin." I shook his hand and agreed that waiting rooms were indeed a bitch. "There's has to be a company that provides outdated magazines to the medical profession," I said, pointing to the limited reading selection. "I think that somebody could make a small fortune just collecting used magazines from others and then reselling them!"

Kevin laughed with a good deep one that matched the low bass of his speaking voice. His voice itself was making my balls dance, for man, this guy was damn sexy! We looked at each other as we chatted in that way gay men do, assessing the 'woof' factor by evaluating the thickness of the muscles, the texture of the exposed skin, how much body hair we liked or disliked and ultimately, 'would we like to sleep with this one?' Kevin's eyes reflected that he was moving towards the 'yes' answer when my name was called and I got up to answer. "Take care, Mike," he said as he rooted through the magazines to find something to read while he waited, "I'll probably still be here when you come back out, as they messed up my appointment time." I nodded and headed in with the nice male nurse (another reason I liked this doctor's office).

About ninety minutes later, with a well jiggled set of balls and a slightly greasy and worked asshole, I walked back out to see that yes, indeed, Kevin was still in the waiting room. I was gratified to see that as he saw me return his eyes lit up and his grin became almost incandescent. I stopped to take care of the last bits of business at the reception counter and suddenly felt a hand upon my shoulder!

Kevin had moved beside me and was asking the receptionist to reschedule him for another time. We had the same doctor and so without much fuss the receptionist got him a new appointment later that month. Jotting that down onto a reminder postcard, Kevin gave the postcard back to the receptionist and then turned towards me. "Interested in getting a cup of coffee somewhere?" he said, "I'd like to talk with you some more if you're not busy."

I smiled back at him. "I'd love some coffee and company right now, especially after this last procedure." He laughed and we headed out of the clinic. There was a gay owned coffee bar down the road, with private booths and such, so we walked the short distance to there and, after ordering our coffees and some small wedges of buttery shortbread, we settled down and talked.

I found out that Kevin was a construction company owner and had a crew of about ten men that worked for him. He said his company worked on 'small to medium projects' which allowed him to have two or three going at the same time. These projects went from one room remodels to small additions, with the occasional 'farm out' of personnel and expertise to larger projects with other companies. "All my boys are bonded and certified," he said, smiling at me as he proudly talked about his company, "as am I, for I want to give my customers the very best I can give them." I responded in kind, saying that my business mantra was the same as his, giving over 100% was the standard not the exception. Kevin toyed with the rim of his coffee cup and then, a bit more quietly, said, "The only unfortunate thing was that somewhere down the road I forgot to think about my future happiness." Something in his tone and words resonated strongly with me and I reached out to grasp his strong arm.

"I know what you mean," I said, squeezing the meat under my hand lightly, "I, too, did the same thing and just now am wondering if I made a mistake somewhere in not finding a partner earlier." Our eyes met and the proverbial 'sparks flew between them.' I think we both knew exactly what each other was saying and, on a deeper level, also became aware that the other could possible fill that need. "So, what are two old fogies like us going to do about it?" I said, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

"You're never too old," remarked Kevin as he reached across and grasped MY arm, squeezing it like I'd done his arm. "First rule: you are only as old as you think you are." He grinned and said, "I'm much older than the guys at work. Those young bucks barely are thirty and they are always amazed that guy approaching fifty like me has my build and stamina. They are even more amazed that I can outwork and outlast all of them!"

I laughed at that and Kevin's grin got incandescent again. "I like how you think, you 'old fogy!" I sipped my coffee and said, "Oddly enough, I'm turning fifty next month and I've really never felt better in my life. Only thing missing is a partner to share it with." Something clicked again between us and we just sipped our coffee again until the cups were empty. Kevin stood up and then, coming to a decision, turned towards me.

"I'd like to really show you how good a partner this 'old fogy' could be." I stopped and looked up at him, his body language showing that he was nervous that I'd say yes and nervous that I might say no. As if I'd say no to an offer like that!

"You're on. Show me what you got, buddy."

His smile grew wider if at all possible and we made a dinner date for later that evening at a nice restaurant we both knew. I smiled at the almost jauntiness of his step as he walked toward his car in the clinic's parking lot and surprised myself by the similar feeling in my own walk. Suddenly, I couldn't wait until that evening!

Dinner was a smashing success and, interesting enough, we both had purchased small lapel flowers for each other. We talked, ate excellent food and drank excellent wines and spirits and, when dinner was done, decided that we'd have dessert at my place. The mood was right and, when we entered my place, the time was right, for no sooner had the door closed and we'd hung up our jackets and loosened our ties we were in each other's arms, Kevin hungrily kissing me and moaning how good I felt in his arms. I felt the same way about his strong, muscled body in my arms and soon the ties, belts and shirts were off and our hands were exploring each other's muscled chest, arms and abs.

Kevin's body was in a bit better shape than mine, partly I think because he used that body hard every day at work as well as gym visits to augment the rest of his body. Those pecs I had so admired in the fit of his t-shirt were as full and hard as I'd dreamed, with his abs tightly rippled with muscle and the entire expanse thick with dark body hair sprinkled like that on top of his head with silver. Somehow, this turned me on even more and found that my own lack of hirsuteness seemed to be as much of a turn on to Kevin. He kept whispering as his hands mauled my smooth gym pumped pecs and rippled abs how great they were and groaned as my fingers found his nipples amongst the fur and pulled them away from their mounds of meat. He said later on, after our first 'feeding frenzy,' that when I sucked and nibbled on his nipples that his toes were actually curling inside his shoes. During another round he whispered 'baby' to me and I retorted that no mother's tit was as hairy and firm as his, causing him to laugh his deep sexy laugh. Little things like those and more slowly cemented the bond between us and, as we slowly headed towards my bedroom, we quietly ascertained that we were both negative and liked to remain that way, so there was no hesitation with placing the lubricant and the rubbers beside the bedroom table before we began stripping each other in preparation to make love.

Making love is the best way to explain that first time with Kevin, for at no time did I fell used nor, as Kevin averred later, did he feel used by me. It was equal from the first time he sucked my hard cock and fondled my balls to the first time he pressed his hard eight and a half inches into me. Indeed, we stopped short of orgasm many times to make sure the other was building up at the same rate and then switched positions, my nine inches in his tight furry hole and his firm furry pecs under my hands as I made slow love to him. The resulting orgasms were so intense I think we both blacked out for a short time as we both remember the incredible feeling but can't remember to this day the simple acts of discarding the used rubbers and cleaning up enough to get into bed. What we recall afterwards was the feeling of contentment and the warm body beside us as we slowly woke up to both the morning and the realization that we had found each other.

Since that day to now, we've been a couple, totally monogamous and happily having some of the best sex with each other that two men can have. Us two 'old fogies' find that keeping our bodies in great shape as we've done also allows us to do many of the things that those young whippersnappers claim they do during sex and believe me, the 'flying angel' position is just as easy for a fit fifty plus to do as a limber twenty five. We still hit the gym as often as we used to, however now we do it together and it's twice as enjoyable and exciting to do. The men around us marvel at our strength and bodies because there's nothing wrong with being in your fifties and beyond if you believe you can do it. Remember, you're never too old for anything, especially love.