Do something, anything he said to himself, yet he remained still. The fatigue was overwhelming, the self isolation crippling. The years had been kinder to him than some, harsher than others. One thing was becoming painfully apparent as time rolled on however. Things that had been easy in his youth, were now harder, sometimes impossible.


Fuck the golden years drifted across his lips as he rolled out of bed moaning and groaning with muscles stiffer than his cock had been lately. He was 6'1 solidly built, toned and fit but that middle aged spread was knocking at the door every day. His head was slick and shaved, balanced by a salt and pepper beard. He was rugged like the life he lived and he had always thought it to be one of his finer qualities.


Now 55 he had began to wander at times what the hell it had all been...