A fortnight had passed since Jamie had that peculiar lunch break with his childhood friend Hunter. The guy thought his new landlord was kicking people out of their apartments so that his friends could move in. Jamie thought it sounded preposterous at the time, and definitely illegal. But since they parted ways, there had been radio silence. No texts, no tweets, no snaps, no instas, no threads, no nothing. Now Jamie was starting to get concerned. It wasn't like his friend to go AWOL without a heads-up. But what was really weird was it was as if Hunter had never existed at all.
Every single social media account was wiped, the handles claimed by bots or strangers who'd held the handle for years, which didn't make sense. All of their text conversations had gone missing too. Then any photographic evidence of Hunter vanished overnight. Even trying to contact his parents went wrong, claiming he had the wrong number. He felt like he was going mad. How could he have imagined his best friend his entire life? They were literally drinking coffee mere days ago. Whatever had happened, Jamie knew it had to be down to that apartment complex. He'd done his research into the place, but aside from the unusual amount of horny, gay bears living there, there was nothing peculiar at all.
But today was finally the day, Jamie's day off. It had been two weeks since his last proper day off, which was also the last time he'd spoken to Hunter. Now he was stood outside of Ursa Complex, trying to bring up the courage to enter. It could all have been a big misunderstanding. Maybe his friend wanted a digital detox, maybe his phone was faulty, maybe he called the wrong number. But the only way to get down to the truth was to step inside. He took a deep breath, and walked up to the automatic doors.
This was the first time that Jamie had entered the building since the new landlord had taken over, and he was surprised at just how much had changed. The air stank of tobacco and sweat, the haze of cigar smoke filled the lobby, which had taken on the warm hues of a log cabin lined with rustic brick. In the center of the lobby was a stone fountain topped with an elaborate statue of a grizzly bear. A real one, not the gay kind. It towered over him, almost as if it were warning of danger.
Around the fountain sat a number of leather sofas. Jamie almost disregarded them until he walked around the statue. There, on one of the couches, sat a hefty, bearded man smoking a cigar. He was wearing a leather vest and chaps, an accompanying cap rested on his bald head. His vest was left open, allowing his furry gut to spill into his lap. Curled up next to him was a much younger, chubby, not as hairy man. He was wearing a latex puppy mask, and was nuzzling his head into the older man's free hand.
Jamie locked eyes with the man, who squinted at him before huffing a stream of smoke from his mouth and nostrils. "You're not from round these parts," he growled in a rumbling bass.
"Noooo," Jamie squeaked, failing to not sound intimidated by the leather-bound man. "I-I came to check in on a friend I haven't seen in a while."
"That's how they getcha," the daddy bear replied with a knowing nod of the head. The pup beside him glanced up, and lightly growled from losing his master's attention. He jumped off the sofa and bounded towards Jamie, before being cut short by the leash attached to the collar around his neck. "Woah there boy, you know that's no way to greet a stranger. I should whip you for that. You want that, boy?" The young man whined, but from the way he gazed toward his master, it was obvious that was exactly what he wanted.
Jamie watched with unease as the bear stood up, towering half a foot taller than himself, and dragged his pup by the leash towards a vacant corridor. His pup followed on all fours after him, his ass with appropriate tail-shaped butt plug wagging in the air. As they rounded the corner, Jamie gasped for a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Hunter was right about about the tenants in this place, they were a bit too open about their fetishes. In a way, he was a little jealous. He could never be so open about his sexuality as those men. Either way, he didn't really want to bump into them again. He rushed over to the elevators.
Confident that he wouldn't cross paths with another BDSM role-playing couple, Jamie speed-walked down to Hunter's apartment and rapped on the front door. His signature three taps and a thud. A full minute passed before he finally heard someone unlocking the door, then it swung open with force. Jamie's heart skipped, this visit was about to get even weirder...
Instead of his best friend, he was greeted by an elderly man maybe triple his age. An old man with a short white beard, and a mostly receded hairline. He was wearing nothing but a pair of striped boxer shorts, his fat, furry body on glorious display. He had a disgruntled look on his face as he growled "Can you give it up, Larry? I told you I'm not in the mood for..." before freezing up. A broad grin broke his beard, and his face shattered into deep wrinkles. "Jamie! Fuck me, you actually came. Took you long enough. Get in here!"
Jamie cautiously stepped into Hunter's apartment, now apparently occupied by a cantankerous old man. Jamie was usually good at recalling faces, but he didn't recognize the guy at all. Which was a shame, since he damned sure remembered him. He even knew his name. The building was full of queer guys, maybe it was someone he'd slept with. He did tend to be drawn to men of the mature variety. But they were always a one-time thing. He'd never promised to meet someone after a hook-up... Maybe it was a relative of Hunter's. Did he ever meet a gay grandpa or gruncle? He'd remember that. He would definitely have tapped this hunk of prime beef if given the chance...
He was led to a table with two soft chairs on either side, to which the two men sat. It was comfier than what used to be there, some plastic furniture more appropriate for the outdoors. However, aside from the new chairs and the more timely knickknacks, the apartment looked the same as when he last visited. More reason this guy was a relative's of Hunter. Come to think of it, he could see a tiny bit of resemblance to his best friend. They shared the same squinty brown eyes, and the same nose structure. The mystery man sat down in the opposite chair and stared him down.
There was an awkward silence between the two. Jamie didn't know what to say, and the old man merely glared at him, his cigar hadn't left his lips since he arrived. Finally, Jamie couldn't take it any longer. "I'm so sorry," he apologized. "But have we met before? Are you Hunter's grandfather or..."
"Haven't..." The old man frowned and shifted in his seat before grunting "Fuck, I thought The Big Man dealt with this already... Jamie, I am Hunter."
"Oh, I didn't realize Hunter got his name from you. I thought it was from-"
"Me," he interrupted. "Because I'm the one and only Hunter. Your best friend. Honestly, you go a couple weeks without your socials..."
"Okaay..." Jamie sighed, then looked at his bare wrist. "Oh, I just realized I'm late for a meeting!" He said as he pushed himself up from his seat. "It was nice meeting you sir, and-"
"Stop!" Jamie froze in motion as the old man glared at him. "Sit." He followed his command out of fear, sitting back down uncomfortably. "You're going to stay and listen to what's happened since we last spoke."
The man, apparently Hunter, told him exactly how he came to be a retired man in his seventies. Of how he left Jamie at the cafe and returned to find an intruder in his neighbor's apartment. A man claiming to be actually be said elderly neighbor despite being half his age. Who was given his youth back by their landlord who was turning everyone in the apartment complex into homosexual bears. How Hunter tried to resist but ultimately fell to his whims, losing his youth and becoming a fat, cigar-smoking old bear.
It was all a little ridiculous. But Jamie listened intently, trying to spot any kind of tell that would prove this man was lying. Despite looking nothing like his friend, he still had the same speech pattern. The weird way he stressed certain words. Not to mention his excessive hand gestures when he really got into telling a story. By the end of it, he was certain this man was telling the truth. He was facing his best friend, now fifty years older. And in some way, he was almost jealous that he'd gone through this ordeal. Scratch that, he was high-key jealous of Hunter. That very same day he had changed, Jamie had offered to swap apartments. Jokingly, of course. But in another life, he could have been the retired polar bear puffing on cigars and fooling around with horny men over half his age. Maybe he still could be...
"Okay... So this big guy changed you and your neighbor and probably everyone else to be bears?"
"Big Man," Hunter noted. "Yeah, he's responsible for everything in this joint."
"So he could, I dunno, change me too? Hypothetically?"
Hunter's eyes twinkled. "The Big Man will do anything to make this his paradise. He didn't just change me physically, he used whatever magic he possesses to alter my history so that the old Hunter never existed. Well, the Hunter I used to be before I became the Old Hunter. But I did make one request, to exempt you from that."
"Me? Why would you..."
"Cause this place is basically your ultimate wet dream."
"Whaaat?" Jamie blushed. "I wouldn't call it that. There was a guy pretending to be a dog downstairs..."
"Don't be modest. I always knew you were gay, but it took me growing old to notice that you have a type. The bearish kind of man. With lots of hair and body mass. You've practically spent this whole visit staring at my furry tits. You're hiding a boner this very moment."
"No I'm not..." Jamie stammered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Curse his endowment, always giving the game away. What he'd give to have a smaller dick sometimes...
"Don't be embarrassed, I'm flattered that a fat, hairy old fucker like me can still turn on a man fifty years my junior. In fact, why don't you come over and cop a feel?"
Jamie hesitated for a moment, then cautiously approached the old bear in case he stopped him. But he didn't. He merely sat back with a cocky grin as Jamie sat on his lap and brushed his fingers through his dense chest hair, and cradled his bloated belly. He didn't even protest as he stroked a hand over his smooth scalp and into his beard. Though he did grumble a little when Jamie leaned in for a quick smooch. The taste of tobacco and whiskey lingered on his lips, sparking a fire he didn't know existed. He didn't care for smoking himself, but he couldn't deny it was stupid hot on other guys.
In the meantime, Hunter got down to business. "The thing is, an unlucky few decided to jump ship before The Big Man could get his claws in them. Which means there are a few vacant rooms available. You told me you wanted to move in, and here's your chance!"
"Wow, that's... Wow..." Jamie was speechless. He could escape his awful apartment with its broken air-con and loud neighbors and his useless landlord who still hadn't fixed the water issues... Then he sighed. "But I'm nothing like any of you guys. I don't look the part or act the part or... This Bigman could actually make me like one of you?"
"Just try and stop him," Hunter replied with a knowing smirk. "You're probably already on his radar. It's only a matter of when, not if." He suddenly shivered as Jamie's wandering fingers slipped below his belly and towards his boxers. "Alright, that's enough!" He growled as he swatted him away. "I might be gay now but I still got standards, and it's not gamer twinks. Besides, I'm afraid that monster in your shorts is gonna jump out and poke my eye out."
Jamie climbed off of Hunter, and adjusted his shorts with an awkward chuckle. "Okay, okay, I get it. Talk to Bigman, convince him to bear me, and then we can fuck."
"You're real cocky for a weedy shrimp, you know that?" Hunter sniffed dismissively. He prodded a finger towards the door and added, "The Big Man's usually in the basement this time of day. Get his approval, and I'll see you by the pool later."
"You guys have a pool? This day keeps getting better!"
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"I have to admit, when Hunter asked me to make an exception for you because he thought you'd be a good fit for a prospective tenant, I was picturing someone more... full-figured."
"If only." Jamie chuckled nervously, toying with his lucky red cap he'd taken off out of politeness. He'd followed Hunter's directions to a room in the basement, a maintenance door that opened into a hazy lounge full of equipment he'd rather not question. There, he'd found the eponymous Big Man who, despite his name, was an ordinary looking guy. He'd followed him past a wall lined with mirrors, and accepted a glass of expensive looking whiskey before getting down to business "That's why I'm here, actually. Apparently you're the reason Hunter looks like Santa Claus now."
"Guilty! He was a tough nut to crack, but I got him eventually with a little help. I do like a polar bear. All that white fur really gets me going." The Big Man growled under his breath at the thought. "But not everybody shares my vision. Most of the tenants fought well against it. The ones who didn't move out, anyway. But every tenant is under my charm now. Which makes this proposition oh so interesting. So tell me, why should I let you join the fray?"
"Well, as far back as I remember, I guess I've been attracted to a certain type of man. The type whose back hair pokes out of their shirt collar and belly spills over their waistband. Even when I was a kid and didn't understand what a crush was, or why I felt funny when I saw Iroh in Avatar. While all the other boys were crushing on girls, I only had eyes for masculine men. The patient piano teacher whose gut kept hitting the keys when he leaned over. The friendly cashier at the mini-mart with the biker tattoos and long wizard beard. The super hirsute neighbor who always worked out shirtless in his backyard. Alas, despite my appreciation for the bears, my lousy genetics mean I'll never achieve such lofty goals alone. When Hunter was complaining about living here surrounded by bears the last time I saw him, I wished I could have been in his position. Then I find out he's been turned into a bear himself? And a retired old man to boot? It's like he's living my dream! So the fact you have an apartment available to rent, and I want to join the ranks of beardom, I think that it's meant to be!"
The Big Man sat stroking his beard considering his plea, nodding in thought. Then he stood up and walked over to a humidor containing an array of cigars. He browsed the selection, picking out a particularly chunky piece that looked more sausage than cigar. "I like you, Jamie," he mused as he slowly walked back to his seat. "We're like-minded brethren. I've had to fight against many people who didn't understand my vision. Figuratively, of course. A few times literally. Not a single one sought me out to say they understood my dream and wanted to do their part in achieving it, until you."
"So we're doing it?" Jamie asked, trying not to sound too excited. "You're letting me move in?"
"Not the way you look now," The Big Man growled. "I have standards I need to uphold. Luckily, you want to exceed those standards. I've been holding onto this for someone like you." He held out that cigar, and Jamie eyed it hungrily. He didn't smoke, but in this moment, he wanted nothing more. The Big Man could see it in his eyes, and smiled. "It's a little different from my usual formula. Essentially, it taps into all that you admire in other men and transforms you to those specifications."
"So I'll actually get the body of my dreams?"
"Technically, it doesn't give you the body you desire, but that which you admire. There can be an overlap, of course. You may admire body hair on a man, and also desire to be more hirsute. But sometimes, what you admire on another person may not be so desirable. For instance, you can admire a man with a bald head, but you might not want to lose your own hair."
"I guess..." Jamie mumbled as he ran a hand through his thick hair and imagining himself with a horseshoe shaped fringe much like Hunter. Or even shaved completely bald. It was a bit of a turn on to think he could soon be follically challenged. "If it means I can be a bear like everyone else here, then I'll do anything. Even smoke a cigar."
"Good, because it's non-negotiable," The Big Man smirked as he clipped the tip of the cigar, and whipped out a lighter. "Most places have non-smoking policies. I have a smoking enforced policy. You are going to smoke cigars, and you are going to like it."
Jamie placed it between his teeth, and smiled weakly. "No going back now," he mumbled with a thumbs up. The Big Man lit the end and, after a few seconds, Jamie proceeded to inhale the smoke. A decision he regretted as he coughed and spluttered it all out. But after a few more attempts, he got into the groove. Just as he was wondering when the effects would kick in, he felt a solid kick in his stomach. It was almost instantaneous. Jamie squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as his shirt shrank against his torso, and an unbearable itch overcame him. Thousands of tiny hairs were breaking free across his skin, swamping his chest, arms, and even shoulders with a soft coat. His stomach pushed up against his shirt, threatening to break free. And a thick, dense beard clawed its way out of his cheeks. Within seconds, he'd gone from a skinny, baby-faced twink to a thick, furry cub. It happened so fast, Jamie had to put the cigar down for a moment to fully appreciate and take in what had happened to him. It truly was magical.
"Well this is a promising start," The Big Man said with a grin as he spread his legs wide and stuck a hand down his pants. "If this is how much admiration you have for bear-kind, I'm excited to see where it ultimately leads."
"Thanks, I guess?" Jamie chuckled awkwardly. He glanced across the room to the mirrored wall giving him a perfect view of his bearish visage. Was that really him, he wondered as a stray hand stroked the beautifully bushy beard he'd sprouted. With the cigar on pause, it appeared his clothes had time to catch up with his changes. But that didn't sit right with him. Without a second thought, he grabbed his shirt and tore it off with a grunt. It felt freeing. He'd never had the courage to show off when he was a skinny beanpole. But now he'd put on some weight, and some body hair, he almost felt confident in himself?
He almost considered leaving things as it was. But he knew The Big Man wouldn't let him even if he tried. Besides, he was curious exactly what lay ahead for him. So Jamie picked the cigar back up to have a few more puffs. He was getting used to the feeling of the warmth filling his lungs, and the taste of the fragrant tobacco on his tongue. He exhaled a particularly voluminous cloud of smoke and grinned at his reflection. He was starting to go thin up top. He rubbed the back of his skull and felt an expansive bald spot slightly slick with sweat. Feeling smooth skin where he once had hair made his stomach flip in a way that feeling hair where he once had none didn't. It made this whole experience feel more real knowing he was actually getting older now. With the white hairs that were settling into his thick beard, and the extra hair spilling across his ballooning body, he already looked to be nearing his forties with no signs of stopping.
He heard a moan which didn't escape his own lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see The Big Man had undone his pants and was slowly fondling his crotch. Jamie asked half-jokingly "are you masturbating to me right now?"
"Of course," he replied as he continued to stroke his hard cock with fervor. "You're becoming a sexy daddy bear, how could I not? Besides, one of us has to, and I doubt it's going to be you anytime soon," he added with a wink.
Jamie stuck a hand down his own shorts and pulled out his own cock. He was just as erect as The Big Man yet it felt significantly smaller. Not 'swallowed by fat folds' smaller but literally several inches shorter than before he started smoking. He held his package which was now more scrotum than dick, and chuckled. "Well that figures. While being well endowed can be awesome, it also brings certain... Expectations when you're in the bedroom."
"I take it you like it up the ass?"
"I prefer to bottom, yes. But I don't get much opportunity when all the size queens are after your ten incher. It's weird to say I'm jealous of guys with small cocks, but I guess the results speak for themselves!"
He took a few more drags on his cigar, giving a few tugs on his shrinking penis until he grunted and shot a small, creamy load onto his shorts. A little premature, he thought. But appropriate given he now appeared to be firmly in his fifties. His hair had completely thinned away, leaving nothing but a stubbly ring around his lower scalp. Meanwhile his beard had gotten longer and stained as gray as the smoke bellowing from his nostrils. His stomach had swollen to beach ball proportions, and his pecs sagged slightly over them, all covered in a blanket of curly hairs that were transitioning to white. He had become the daddy bear of his dreams, yet there was still a good chunk left to his cigar. What else could be in store for him? He grabbed his whisky glass and took a sip, savoring the bald, bushy bearded, burly bear he had become.
Jamie scratched at his chest and looked to The Big Man who was still jacking off, periodically pausing as he edged his climax ever further. He chuckled to himself, then said "Enjoying the show? I would if I were you. I still can't believe that's me in the mirror. I have to be older than you by now. And I'm only getting more mature..."
"Fuck yeah, you are. You have a lot of admiration for the older gentleman, it appears."
"Ain't that the half of it. I've always been drawn to older men, the kind who own their maturity with silver hairs and a face full of wrinkles. Men with decades of wisdom and experience are worthy of admiration. Especially when they want to share that knowledge. And now I'm one of them with my own silver beard and craggy skin. I can't wait to be the one offering my own wisdom."
"Forcing your wisdom down their throats," The Big Man moaned to himself. "Chaining them up as you dominate them with your decades of experience..."
"Ah ah," Jamie grumbled. "I don't do that shit. Never cared for it. I know I love big hairy men but I can't stand guys who make being a man their defining personality trait. Especially those alpha male lot."
The Big Man slowed his jack-off session and gave Jamie a look of suspicion. "You like men but you don't like men being men?"
"Don't get me wrong," Jamie replied with a tug of his beard as it appeared to get longer by the minute. "A man who's confident in his masculinity can be oh so sexy. But in my experience, those dominant alphas pushing manhood are just jerks with no respect for anyone."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could tell his vision was starting to get blurry from his advanced age. His near and far vision were equally deteriorating from his former 20/20 vision in a way that made his stomach flip. Luckily, the mere thought of potentially going blind led to a pair of glasses to pop into existence and bring everything back into focus. He could even see The Big Man's disappointed glare once more.
Despite the cold glare, Jamie continued with a soft smile barely cracking through his fuzzy facial hair. "Give me a man who's kind and honest and caring. Also a cuddler. Especially a cuddler. If I'm going to be teddy bear shaped, then I'm definitely going to be a cuddler."
"Fuck, I've given birth to a hippie..."
"In fact, I feel a hug coming on right now." Jamie stubbed the last of his cigar out in an ashtray and bounded towards The Big Man, arms wide. He smothered him in a tight, hairy squeeze. Within the embrace, he felt the younger man shudder and moan, followed by multiple spasms. When he parted, he found his furry coat smothered in ropes of white cum, and The Big Man looking uncharacteristically embarrassed.
"Looks like we both finished, huh?"
Jamie grabbed his discarded shirt to wipe off The Big Man's mess before gazing at himself in the mirrors. He couldn't help but smile at the fat old man he'd become. He had hair everywhere except on top of his head, and his beard extended to his saggy chest in apparent compensation. His shorts were tight in all the right places. Especially his ass, which had gotten so plump that he had assumed he'd been sitting on a cushion until he left his chair. He adjusted his new glasses, and noted a small hearing aid had crept into his left ear. He grabbed his lucky red hat and stuck it on his head, shivering as he felt the rough fabric against smooth skin. He looked to be close to Hunter's age, somewhere in his seventies. A fact that turned him on big time.
The Big Man stood up, and let out a low whistle. "So this is the culmination of your admiration. Disregarding your sappy personality, I have to say I'm impressed. I definitely didn't picture you joining the rank of sexy senior citizens when you knocked on my door."
Jamie nodded in agreement. If he hadn't been through the experience, he'd never believe this was himself. He still didn't believe it, in fact. Not even as he stroked that shaggy long beard, and rubbed his soft, flabby gut. There was only one question on his mind. "What now?"
"What do you mean what now? You're a bonafide silver daddy bear. Go out and flaunt it!"
"No, I mean what about my new place? My life? I've committed to what must be the biggest change of anyone ever, I'd like to know what to expect."
"Ah, the boring stuff... Leave it to me. By the end of the day, lame baby-faced Jamie will never have existed. But sexy, old man Jamie is here to stay." The Big Man opened his door and waved a hand for him to exit. "Go on, no point putting it off. Show off the new you!"
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Hunter sat on the outskirts of the pool zone with a stoic expression, jaw clenched around a stogie. It was a quiet day all things considered. There were a group of younger men fooling around in the pool, and a few more on the outskirts jacking off to the show. He was tempted to join in, but he had more pressing matters to attend to - being there for Jamie when he was done with The Big Man. Part of him knew he should feel guilty for luring his best friend here in the first place. It was one thing for him to turn into an old fogey, but to drag Jamie into this mess too? But that was the fun with The Big Man's magic, he couldn't care less what happened to him. Well, he cared a little. Cared what sort of man he was about to become. Would he be an old guy like him? Hopefully not. Maybe a muscle bear, he did seem to follow a lot of those guys online. Or maybe he'd be a real chubster, the kind who was immobile and trapped in his room. It sounded like an appropriate punishment for wanting to move in...
Or perhaps The Big Man would go lightly on Jamie. He had mentioned many a time that he'd like a young cub to take under his wing and help around the apartment. Sometimes it was tough work being a 75-year-old obese man who lived alone. He didn't know how Larry coped before the change. At the very least, Hunter had a big community to depend on, who would do anything for some aged grandpappy dick. At least Jamie would do things for him without wanting something in return.
His hopes were crushed, however, as he spotted an unfamiliar face bounding across the pavement in his direction. Sure, there were dozens of men living in this apartment complex, he couldn't recognize them all at first glance. Yet he'd definitely remember an old man like himself with a glorious beard that seemed to engulf his massive frame. There weren't many men like that living here. In fact, Hunter was one of the oldest men living in the complex. Now he had competition...
The man slowed to a stroll as he approached Hunter, who didn't dare let his surprise and concern show upon his stoic expression. "Hunter!" He bellowed in a raspy baritone, clearly on first name terms with him. "C'm'ere you!" He growled as he spread his arms wide and pulled the grump into a swooping bear hug.
"Get off, it's ninety degrees out and I'm hot enough with all this fur let alone with you crushing me!"
"Yeah, you are," Jamie replied with a slight chuckle. "Sorry bud, but I gotta celebrate 'cause you were right! The Big Man's letting me move in!"
"Hmph," Hunter grunted with a shake of his head. "You know, I thought he'd go light on you, ease you into the comings and goings of this joint. A cub with room to grow."
"Thought or hoped?" Jamie replied to a dismissive huff. "I suppose it could have happened. See, The Big Man was so impressed by my passion that he decided to make me into the kind of man I most admired. Which, despite how it sounds and looks, is totally different to the man I most desire."
"Who you admire, huh," Hunter grumbled with a stroke of his chin, a sly smile crossing his cheeks. "I can't help but notice you look a lot like me. Fat and hairy, bald and bearded. And most importantly, old as fuck."
"Don't flatter yourself. Physically, we're similar 'cause I love fat old men. But that's only skin deep. You're a grump and I'm friendly. You're prickly and I'm cuddly. I'm basically the Ernie to your Bert!"
"Ugh," Hunter shuddered. "I guess it is nice to have another old guy round this joint. It's tiring trying to keep up with all the young squirts trying to get in your pants. They're relentless."
"Tiring but worth it, I bet. I'm just happy that we're on equals grounds again, bud. We're both bald, flabby, furry, mature gentleman, and proud of it. Hey, we can be like those Muppets that bitch about everything!"
"Enough with the puppet analogies, you're supposed to be an old fart..."
"And I'm here to stay!" Jamie grunted as he reached past Hunter to grab a spare beer and cigar from beside him, then rubbed his back. "Oof, I'm beginning to feel that lumbago. That's going to be fun to deal with."
"I guess you didn't consider the downsides of old age when you were busy admiring us."
"Well I've got aches in joints I didn't know I had. My skin both looks and feels like it's melting. I have poor hearing, and poorer vision, and these glasses and hearing aid are a poor substitute for the real deal. And to top it off, my cock shrunk to a third its original size so I'm not getting much sensation down there. But despite the shortcomings, I also feel more confident in myself. I feel happier and free to be the man I've always dreamed of becoming. I'm seventy-something years old, and I've never felt so alive!"
"I hear that," Hunter cheered with his beer can. "Not the cock thing though, I'm hung and only need viagra sometimes."
"Glad to hear it, bud," Jamie smiled. "Maybe we can get back to where we were before I visited The Big Man." He traced a chunky finger down Hunter's belly and into his pants. This time, he didn't stop him from digging in and getting a hold of his junk. Jamie's eyebrow rose, he wasn't exaggerating .
"As much as I'd love to fuck you right here and now, I believe we have company..." Hunter nodded his head to his side, and Jamie turned to see he had attracted some attention from the men around the pool. They had stopped fooling with each other, and now gazed at the polar bears with hunger in their eyes. They all looked to be about the age they were before becoming senior citizens. Virile, stocky young men in their twenties with scruffy faces and scruffier torsos. A few even had more muscle than fat on their physiques. "It appears the old youngsters have taken notice of you..." Hunter growled dismissively.
"The who now?"
"They're anyone who was made younger thanks to The Big Man. Most of them are as young as we used to be, which can be grating 'cause they love to gloat about getting a second shot at youth while us young oldies lost it. That is, the guys who were aged into older men. Almost everyone over forty in the building used to be at least half that age. A few even used to be kids but you'd never guess now that they're as bald, fat, and furry as the rest of us. Though they do tend to be more aggressive when it comes to being proud of their maturity. Thankfully we're older than the lot of them so we don't have to deal with that bullshit. And everyone's on equal footing when it comes down to orgies."
"Yeesh, and I thought Love Island drama was complicated..."
"Eh, you'll catch on eventually." Hunter cracked his knuckles and pushed himself up from his seat. "And why wait? The boys look desperate to give you a proper welcome. Why don't we introduce you to the neighbors?"
"That is a lot of boys..." Jamie muttered. The old him would have balked at the idea of having sex with more than one man, and in a public area? But the Old him was looser. More confident in himself. The thought of all those supple young men taking turns to fuck his ass while he doled out blowjobs was turning him on, even if his crotch didn't feel the same. Being used and abused without even having to get hard sounded like fun enough to him. He looked towards Hunter, who merely nodded his head with a sigh. Jamie slipped an arm around the old man, gave him a tight squeeze and grinned. "Lead the way, bud. Let's kick this welcome party into high gear!"
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