Prologue

I wasn’t always like this. No, as a matter of fact I was once just a normal every day sixty-five year old bachelor. I had spent much of my life in the company of women, whether I was using them or treating them. I never wanted to get married or have children. I certainly never wanted to have grandchildren or even get old. But it happens.

Well, not the marriage part or the children part and certainly not the grandchildren part. But old age did. It kind of seemed to sneak up on me. One day I was fucking like I was twenty, the next I’m keeping up reasonably well enough, but waking up with aches and pains I didn’t know could even exist.

For sixty-five I have to say I do still look damn good. And it’s not just me; just ask any of the young twenty-five year olds I fuck on a weekly basis. It’s funny; when I was younger I would go after the older ladies. Don’t get me wrong; I never turned down a piece of ass that was younger than me, especially if there were under age. Don’t get me wrong I’m not into them real young, I like them close to age, anywhere from the three year mark. But now that I am older, everything has reversed. I tend to only go for the young ones, occasionally getting a piece of those really young ones. And the same goes for the older ladies.

I know what you’re thinking: why the hell would this guy fuck some eighty year old broad with a dried out pussy when he can get a twenty-something? Well, let me tell you, those eighty year old broads can get just as wet and fuck just as well as the young ones. They’re horny too. They’re just not as fun or as smooth as the younger women.

But that’s basically it. It’s my life in a nutshell. Sounds great, right? Sure, if you get to stay young forever. Nah, not for me. The day I hit sixty-five was the day I regretted my life. I realized that I missed out on a wife, children and grandchildren. I missed out on a life with some meaning behind it, someone to grow old with. Yeah, you can say hey, I got some life left in me, and I most certainly do. I aimed to fuck until I couldn’t fuck anymore. I aimed to die in bed with some beautiful redhead, bouncing up and down on my dick.

Why am I saying it like it is past tense? Well, because it sort of is. I was given a second chance. The strangest thing happened on my birthday. I was celebrating it with three women—a mother and her two daughters mind you. “And yes, they were all legal ... well mostly. The mother was a young thirty-eight year old. Her daughters were twenty-one and seventeen. Not bad right? Anyway, after spending much of the afternoon and night fucking them, I had to piss like a mother fucker. Yes, that’s right, I said after fucking them for most of the afternoon and night.

Don’t believe me?

Well, fuck you then. This old bastard can still go. Sure I have aches and pains in the morning, but damn it, once I get going, there is no stopping me. So there I was, pissing away the evening when I felt strange eyes on me. Strange why? Well, because I ain’t never felt eyes like that before. At first I thought it was one of the girls. But when I turned it wasn’t.

There in front of me, with my dick in my hand, was a little creature. He was about knee high to me. To this day I don’t know what the fuck he was, but he had a proposition for me that I just couldn’t turn down. Well, at the time I couldn’t, but now I’m not so sure.

So he says to me, ‘How would you like a second chance at life?’

To which I replied, ‘I’d take anything you got to offer, buddy.’

‘Would you do anything?’

Now I thought what the hell kind of question is that? That’s the shit you see happening in the movies. And it usually turned out bad for the person. But shit, I just shrugged and said, ‘Sure. Why not?’