Trying To Get It Up At 97 Years Of Age (excerpt from Crucibles  of Passion)

The men wanted to take me to a private club they had nicknamed "Ye Olde Kooze."

Inside it looked like a little theatre. There was a small stage and a sloping loge-like arrangement of cushioned seats. We found some seats near the front row.

"All the performers are over 70," Pete said.

Down the left aisle a nurse wheeled a man up to the stage in a wheelchair . He was dressed in brown pin-striped trousers with matching suspenders over a white shirt, and brown patent leather shoes so shiny you could see a row of the audience in them . His glasses fogged constantly from his breath as he laboriously peered around at his new surroundings. Crowning the top of his head were his last remaining hairs styled into a standing cow-lick. The nurse looked only about four years his junior.

"He's 97 years old," Mike whispered. "Watch what he's going to do."

The nurse helped the man out of the wheelchair. He swayed precariously on his feet until he got his balance. The nurse pulled a hanky out of his pocket. She started to unbutton his trousers , but he waved her away and undid them himself. He unsnapped his suspenders and let his pants fall (he wasn't wearing any underpants)spread his legs and started masturbating.His tongue flickered wildly through a half frozen smile.The nurse handed him the hanky. He held it under the tip of his cock. "Oooaw, oooaw, oooaw, oooaw," came from a beaded stream of phlegm in his throat. He jumped up and down, nodding his head. "Aw! Aw!" he cried . Then he tossed his head back closed his eyes  and seemed to be concentrating on some inner vision.  He stroked fast, he stroked slow, he pulled it, twisted it, bent it like a pretzel--and stroked some more.His eyes popped open, he jumped up and down again, "Aw! Aw!" he cried, ramming his cock into the hanky.

But the audience was laughing.

A futile exercise. He couldn't get the least bit hard.

He shook his head in defeat. The nurse gave his dick a few pulls and his balls a slow, lewd rake. She flashed her fanny at him, rocked it a notch higher as he started stroking again, slowly at first, then faster and faster, harder and harder. No luck.

He shook his head in defeat and began pulling up his pants. The nurse quickly brought forth some magazines from a pouch at the side of his wheelchair: Playboy and Penthouse.  He grabbed one from her, letting the hanky drop, his tongue panting as he ripped out the centerfold  and pressed it to his fogged glasses.  With amazing swiftness the nurse removed his glasses, wiped them against her uniform, then replaced them on his nose. Next she kicked the fallen Penthouse out of his way, picked up his hanky , held it under his cock, and glanced once heavenward, making a speedy sign of the cross.

Equipped with a fresh start, he squatted deeper, boring his eyes into the picture and beating his dick which looked remarkably ageless. They say the genitals are the last to get old-looking. But it wasn't getting hard--not a millimeter.

The nurse opened Playboy, letting the centerfold flop out before him. He flung the Penthouse nookie away, waddled up closer to the Playboy snatch, grabbed his hanky, held it under the tip of his cock and swayed and jutted, whacking furiously.  The nurse was egging him on, smiling, nodding , holding one hand high in the air in a Victory sign.

Suddenly he stopped and looked down at his shriveled dick. Again that defeated head shake. And again the nurse wiped and replaced his glasses with the same alacrity. This time he determinedly and resignedly began to pull up his trousers, but stopped halfway.

Soft intense  groans sounded from somewhere.

Along the right aisle two nude, very old lesbians were caressing and kissing most passionately and earnestly up to the stage. Two femmes, not the usual dyke and femme.

When they gained the stage, they embraced and ran their hands all over each other. Both were slim,but had crinkly loose skin like chewed leather. It shook and dilapidated under their fondlings.

All of this seemed to be instilling life into the 97-year-old. He was masturbating steadily, earnestly like a smug schoolboy now as he watched their every move.

One of the lesbians squatted lasciviously for the other to insert her fingers into her. When she did, they both moaned and squirmed, rubbing their gray cunts against one another. Then the lesbian who had her fingers up her lover twisted her around, so the front of her body was facing us  at the same time the other lesbian churned against  her  buttocks and continued to work her fingers in and out like a starved devil into a boiling pudding cake.Quickly, simultaneously, they both came with intense "ohhhhhhhhs" and "ahhhhhhhs."

The 97-year-old puttered up under the spotlight to show us his erection. The audience went wild with clapping and whistling.

The lesbians took center stage, holding their hands up for silence. All eyes were on the 97-year-old masturbating.

Suddenly he let out an incredible howl. A blizzard of semen geysered in every direction. He thrust the last spurt at the femmes. I wiped a speck from my eye.

The audience yelled, clapped , shouted hundreds of "Bravos!" The nurse kept wagging her fingers in V for Victory.

"No encores," a solemn voice announced over the loudspeaker.

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