When I broke into the wrestling business, I was only 26 years old. I still remember going to clubs and having old guys hit on me. Now I’m 41 years old, and I’m the old guy checking out the young guys. I don’t know what made all my friends decide that I needed to go to a club to celebrate my birthday, but looking at what I am, I’m glad they did. One of those young guys that I mentioned walked in a couple of minutes ago. His name is Andy Douglas, one half of a tag team called The Naturals.

I’ve achieved more in this business than most men could possibly dream to. I should be able to just walk over to the little punk and ask him to dance or something, but I remember how it felt to have to turn the old guys down. The last thing I want to be is a punch line for some joke he tells his friends. That’s why I’m just sitting here at this table, vaguely listening to the chattering of my friends. Imagine it. Me. The Undertaker, being afraid to go up and talk to someone that had me hard the minute he walked in. Oh well, that’s what I get for getting old.

“Hey Mark,” The words pulled me from the world of rocking chairs and adult diapers that I had resigned myself to. I turned and noticed my best friend in this crazy, fucked up world, Glen Jacobs, looking at me. “That kid’s checking you out.” He said, pointing in the direction of Andy.

I picked up my bottle of beer, taking a long swig, and watching the kid for a minute. He never looked at me. “Yeah right.” I said, sitting my beer back down. “He’s probably just amazed that someone my age is up this late.” Glen just rolled his eyes at me, and went back to his conversation with Matt Hardy. Okay, actually it was more making out than conversing, but can you blame the guy? They hardly get to see each other anymore.

It’s probably been about fifteen minutes, and I keep looking in Andy’s direction, still not seeing any sign that he was checking me out. The waitress just walked up to the table and sat a drink down in front of me. I must really be hung up on this kid, I don’t even remember ordering a drink, especially a mixed one. “That guy over there said you looked like you could use this.” The woman shouted over the music pointing in the direction of Andy.

“What is it?” I asked, picking it up and taking a sip. It was actually a pretty good drink, kinda fruity.

The woman walked over and whispered in my ear. “Sex On The Beach.”

I felt the stir in my groin the minute the name was past her lips. I looked over at Andy and noticed him looking at me for the first time. He raised his glass to me, letting me know that he was the one that had ordered the drink. I raised the glass to him and downed it. “Glen.” I said, hitting him on the arm, trying to get his attention away from Matt. He finally turned to me, looking a little annoyed. “Andy just ordered me a drink. A Sex On The Beach.” I said all that with a little too much high school in my voice, but I didn’t care.

“Told ya he was checkin’ you out.” Glen said, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to Matt.

It was a little while later that the waitress came back with another drink. “Same guy.” She said, sitting a drink down in front of me. “He said you should have one of these, on him.” All I had to do was look at the woman. “It’s a Screaming Orgasm.” She said, starting to walk away.

I stopped her and gave her a drink order for Andy. While she went to get it, I sat there and enjoyed my drink, thinking of the possibilities of one night with this kid. Let’s face it, that’s what he was, at least to me. He was a kid. Couldn’t be a day over 23. That’s when it hit me. What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t even be thinking of this. I looked for the waitress, hoping to cancel that order, but it was to late. By the time I saw her, she was standing there giving Andy his drink. A Blow Job.

I was horrified. I kept my eyes on him as he grabbed the drink, and headed my way. I had a sudden urge to find every old guy I’d turned down when I was a young punk and apologize to them. Every easy let down I’d ever used or heard was running through my head. I was just trying to sort out which one he’d use, when I looked up and there he was. Right in front of me. I braced myself for the worst. “If I’m gonna do this shot, I’m gonna do it right.” Andy said, flashing me that smile that could turn a stone heart to mush.

“What?” I said, not sure that I heard him right.

Andy pointed to my lap. “You mind?” He said, sitting the drink between my legs, and getting on his knees, putting his hands behind his back. I about went through the roof when he put his face in my crotch, grabbing the shot glass in his mouth, flipping his head back so I could see his tongue snake out and lick the bottom of the glass. He took the glass out of his mouth and smiled at me again. “Thanks, that’s the best blow job I’ve had in ages.” He said, standing up and walking away like nothing had happened.

When I looked back at all the people that were sitting at our table, I was astonished to see them all looking at me, mouths agape. I don’t even think they believed what had just happened. I don’t think that I’ve ever been that flushed after a real blow job. “So you just gonna sit there, breathing heavy, or you gonna go after him?” Matt said.

I stood up, not realizing how wobbly my legs were, and walked over to him. He was sitting there with some of his friends from TNA, watching me walk toward him. I placed one hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You better not have been playin’ with me, boy.” I said, in my best Undertaker voice. If I didn’t know better, I would sworn that he shivered.

This kid has to have balls big enough to come in a dump truck, because he grabbed the front of my shirt in his fist and pulled me down. “I wasn’t playin’.” He said, and laid the biggest kiss on me that I’d had in years. His tongue invaded my mouth like he was starving and I was some piece of meat. “Let’s get outta here and I’ll prove it to ya.” He said after pulling away, leaving me more wobbly than I had been before. He stood up, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, looked at his friends and said, “See you guys later.” He hooked one finger in one of my belt loops and led me out of the club.

The cool night air hit my flushed face and brought me back to reality for a few minutes. “Where’re we goin’?” I asked, looking down at him for the first time since our kiss.

“My place.” He said, stopping in front of me and running one finger down my chest, sending shivers to places I’d long forgotten about. “That is, if you have a car? I showed up with my friends.”

I dug my keys out of my pocket, and finally found the cockiness that I’d lost. “I don’t have a car, but I’ve got my bike.” I said, shooting him the sexiest smirk I could muster.

“You mean, instead of a nice comfy car, I’d have to press my body against yours? Wrap my arms around you and hold on for dear life?” He said, placing his palm in the center of my chest, and looking up at me like some shy school boy. “I must have died and gone to heaven. Lead the way.”

The ride to his house was the stuff fantasies were made of. The first couple of blocks he just had his arms wrapped around my stomach, but after that, his hands started traveling down my stomach, over my thighs, back up to my chest. The whole time I’m feeling the heat of his body pressed against my back. I swore, by the time we pulled up in his driveway, if he was leading me on, I was getting arrested for rape.

I was led into his house the same way I had been led out of the club. He threw his keys on a table, turned around and leaned his ass against it, in the sexiest pose I could have imagined. “I would offer you a drink, but I hope you didn’t come here for the beverages.” He said, as his hands started unbuttoning his shirt. He was doing it painfully slow, it was all I could do not to advance on him and rip the damn thing off. I hadn’t been that turned on in a hell of a long time. All I could do was stare at him, as he let the shirt slide off his shoulders and pool on the table he was still leaning against. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He said, running his hands down his own chest and starting to unbuckle his belt.

“No.” I said, unknowingly licking my lips. “Just enjoying one hell of a show.”

His hands stopped after I said that, and I was actually worried that he’d changed his mind. That was until he picked the shirt up and walked toward me, wrapping it around my neck and leading me to his bedroom. My only worry at that point was that I didn’t cum the minute he touched me. He led me to the bed and shoved me back, sending me tumbling onto it. “You aint seen nothin’ yet.” He said, starting to do some music less strip tease, that had my dick so hard it was starting to hurt. Obviously he noticed, because once he was divested of every stitch of clothing he was wearing, he crawled onto the bed, straddling my thighs. “Now let’s get you out of these cloths.” He said, and for some reason, he didn’t take his time getting me undressed.

After he’d peeled my jeans off, freeing my throbbing cock, he took something out of the night table, and crawled back up to straddle my thighs again. He showed me the bottle of lube and then popped the cap open, liberally coating his own fingers with it. My eyes were huge at that point. I’d never bottomed before, but I knew if that’s what this kid wanted, there was a first time for everything. I was too turned on to turn back now. “Don’t worry, big man. This isn’t for you.” He said, reaching behind and starting to prepare himself. “I just want you to lay there and let me do everything.” He said, in a breathless voice, as I felt him start to rock back on his own fingers.

I put my hands on his hips to steady him, and it didn’t take long before I felt the cool liquid coating my erection. Without a single word, he impaled himself on me. He stayed still for a few minutes, adjusting to my size. From the look on his face I could tell that I was probably bigger than his previous lovers. He began to move, after a while, placing both of his hands on my chest, and clawing me just hard enough that I felt it. I couldn’t help myself, at that point, I pulled him down, and captured his lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his moans of passion and pleasure.

We quickly settled into a comfortable rhythm, and let the rest of the world slip away. For the next half hour the only two people that existed on this planet were him and I. I was astonished that I lasted as long as I did. The friction between Andy’s cock and my stomach was enough to send him over the edge. The tightening I felt around me was all it took for me to follow him into white hot paradise. He collapsed on me again, and I wrapped my arms around him, trying to calm us both.

After we had both resumed normal breathing habits, we cleaned each other up and then, much to my surprise, he curled up next to me again. His last words were, “Stay with me.”, as he drifted off to sleep.

I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him gently on top of the head. “If I have my way, forever.” I whispered as sleep claimed me, sending me into dreams of a place where our age difference didn’t matter, neither did the fact that we were both men. All that mattered was what we felt. And that feeling was love.