Owned

Richard has always been a skinny guy, until one day he decided he didn’t want to be one. He didn’t know exactly why he made that decision either. Maybe it was because both kids were finally out of school, and he didn’t have to worry about providing for them. Maybe it was because him and his wife weren’t sleeping with each other for the last two years at least. Or maybe because he was slowly, but surely, realizing that he admired the male physique more than just aesthetically.

Regardless of what the reason was, Richard Weiss looked better at fifty than he ever did before in his life. And even though he was not considered young anymore, Richard noticed that he was catching the eyes of a lot of men and women – and he liked the attention.

So, when Suzanne, his wife of twenty-five years, told him that she was going to move down to Florida to help her sick mom for a month, Richard decided that it was the time that he was finally going to give in to the fantasies he had been dreaming about ever since he realized he was sexually attracted to other men, no matter how afraid and self-conscious he was about putting himself out there. His son, Richard Junior, got a degree in tech and was now living and working in Austin, and his daughter was a book editor and she lived in New York – and he knew that they wouldn’t come up and surprise him just out of the blue. They barely even kept in touch since the kids went to college and flew the nest. They had their own lives now, and Richard couldn’t say that he complained.

After he dropped off Suzanne at the airport, and drove back home, Richard sat on the couch and he downloaded a gay hookup app on his phone that he had heard of on Reddit, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, and when he was prompted to put a profile picture, he just chose one of his naked and nicely sculpted torso that didn’t show his face or his lower part; he didn’t want anyone recognizing him, that’s why he took the picture in front of a white wall in his house with no particular markings, that way the picture could’ve been taken anywhere. He also set his name as Bill, because his middle name was William, and also because no one ever called him Bill or even Will, simply because Richard never disclosed his middle name to anyone. It wasn’t like Richard wasn’t handsome: he had big, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, like melted chocolate, angular face, high cheekbones and a seductive smile. His hair was black, but now it was more salt-and-pepper colored, but he kept it really short that practically he was bald. He could pull this look off now. When he was skinner, he would’ve looked ridiculous with shaved head, and he knew it.

As soon as he set up the profile, it didn’t take long until he got the first message. And then the second one. And then third one. Richard scrolled down and he was amazed at how many gay men there were around him, waiting and eager for him to give them his attention. He got called names like ‘daddy’ and ‘silver fox’, and all these younger men seemed to want his dick. Richard was flattered, his heart continuing to beat hard in his chest, but that wasn’t what he wanted: he wanted to get pounded hard by another man’s cock. He wanted to completely give himself in and become someone else’s bitch, but because of his age, people assumed that he wanted to give them his cock. Not that Richard was opposed to that. It was just… not something he wanted to do for his first rodeo. He figured that fucking a man would feel pretty similar to fucking a woman, and that wasn’t the experience Richard was after. And most of these guys were in their twenties, which wasn’t a bad thing (Richard actually had his eye on a few of the personal trainers at the gym he went to who were no older than twenty-five) but Richard figured he would be in a more experienced hands if he did it with an older guy.

Then he got a message from a profile with no picture. He opened it and as soon as he read the message, his heart started pumping faster and his dick gave a twitch. can I see a pic of your ass?? the message said.

Richard thought about it, and before he responded clicked on the guy’s profile. There was no picture, just blank profile. The name was a simple dot and it said that the guy (if it really was a guy) was twenty-four years old. Richard frowned, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that this guy was only four miles away from him and he was the first one to ask about his ass – something Richard worked very hard on and couldn’t wait to show off – while all these other dudes were sending him unsolicited pictures of their asses. Richard figured the gamble was worth it. He could just chat with the guy; it’s not like he was under contract to meet with him or anything.

Hello to you too, typed Richard, because the guy was obviously rude and he had no manners.

There was nothing for a few very long seconds, and then the profile that was named with a simple Dot said: listen man, im trying to fuck. if i can see an ass pic, that’s great. if not, just say so so i don’t waste my time.

Richard’s heart pounded even harder in his chest. Was he ready for this right now? He wasn’t sure. He wanted it, but it was three in the afternoon in the middle of Thursday. Literally anyone could see him going to some stranger’s house. And he was nervous, but luckily Richard kept weed hidden from his wife who was very against it, so he went and smoked some as he was going through the pictures and chose a particularly good one of his ass and sent it to the stranger.

fuck!! Dot said. are u really 50?!

Yes, I am, answered Richard, as he inhaled the smoke outside on the back patio. He hoped that the neighbors were still working and they wouldn’t smell it.

im not usually into older dudes, but i really want to eat & fuck that ass, said Dot. wanna swing by??

Richard’s stomach was tied in knots, and his hands were shaking while he typed the response: I’ve never done this before.

Dot responded right away: come on man!! we’re not here to play games.

Heat rose to Richard’s cheeks. He wasn’t lying. Why did this person think that he was lying to him? I’m not lying, he typed. I’m a married guy and I have never been before with another man.

bro, its the 21 century. gay people are also married nowadays.

Richard was liking this guy less and less. Despite the fact that he obviously couldn’t type properly, he was also being rude and calling him homophobic. Richard wasn’t homophobic. He was just scared because he never allowed himself to put himself first and he figured that that was why he never realized he was attracted to men before. Plus, the times he lived in were different than the times they lived in right now.

I’m married to a woman, said Richard, not quite sure why he was explaining himself to this guy. He just wanted this conversation to be over. And I’m not your “bro”. I don’t even know why I’m talking to you when you don’t even have a picture of yourself on your profile.

There was a silence, and Richard was sure that the rude dot guy wasn’t going to respond back to him. Then a message arrived and Richard completely forgot why he was even agitated at the guy as soon as he saw the picture he received. It was a headless photo, but the guy showed his lanky body that wasn’t skinny, but wasn’t overly muscular either. It was athletic and toned, with nice hard pecs, a very defined six-pack and a pair of thick thighs in between a big cock was pointing north. He couldn’t see his knees or his calves and only one arm could be seen. It was taken in a bathroom.

im not out yet, typed Dot. but this is a real picture of me. i just took it & im horny as fuck. u down to come over or are we gonna waste all afternoon??

Richard took another hit. He was definitely relaxed enough not to care too much.

Have you been tested? he asked the guy.

yeah, im on prep and i gotta get tested every 2 months. im clean, man, i swear.

Richard took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. The THC coursing through his veins was giving him a nice buzz.

Okay, he said finally. What’s your address?

The Dot guy sent him the address, and Richard got in the car and started it.

This is it, he thought to himself and he took another deep breath and backed out of the parkway. The address was located only four miles down the expressway, in an apartment complex that Richard passed almost every single day, but never paid any attention to it.

He parked where the guy instructed him to park, and Richard cursed himself for not asking what the guy’s name was before they got down and dirty with each other. He got up the stairs because the guy’s apartment was located on the third floor, and he knocked on the door.

“It’s open,” he heard from the inside. “Come in, I’ll be out of the bathroom in a bit. And lock the door behind you!”

Richard opened the door and walked in, feeling extremely antsy and uncomfortable about the entire situation. The apartment was messy, to say the least, and it reeked of weed. A video game was paused on the TV screen and there were empty bags of fast food all over the place.

What did I get myself into? Richard asked himself, but he felt like it would rude if he just chickened out now that he was already in the guy’s apartment. He turned the dead bolt and locked the front door of the apartment, just standing there awkwardly.

The door to the bathroom was opened and there was light coming through the crack, but the curtains and the blinds were all drawn and closed over the windows, so it was very dim in the apartment.

“You can take your clothes off, if you want,” said the guy from the bathroom as he splashed water on his face. Richard didn’t know how he knew that, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. He was already hard from being high and for putting himself in a situation he had been dreaming about (consciously) for the last at least five years. He took off his shirt and his shorts, but he left his underwear on. He was wearing a jockstrap and he wanted the guy to admire his ass when he walked out of the bathroom, so he turned his back towards the bathroom door, expecting.

Finally, he heard the light switch flick off behind him, and the door creaked when the guy walked out of the bathroom.

“Damn,” he said. “That’s a fine ass you got, man.”

Richard’s heart was beating so hard in his chest, as he turned around to face the stranger that was about to put him in his place – and he almost had a heart attack as he stumbled backwards and fell by tripping on one of the small chairs that were around the coffee table, and fell hard on his ass.

“JUNIOR!”

Junior, who was completely naked and already stroking his hardon, ducked behind the kitchen counter and slipped on a little puddle that was on the vinyl tiles in the kitchen, and fell on his back, groaning in pain.

“DAD!? WHAT THE FUCK?!”