Reid was warming up almond oil. Checking the temperature and finding it lukewarm to touch he left the kitchen to find Morgan in the living room reading a newspaper. Grabbing the paper and throwing it to the side Reid fell to his knees and opened up Morgan's fly.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you love but oh" Morgan broke off, Reid was gently rubbing warm oil onto his cock, his slowly hardening cock. He let out a hum of pleasure to let Reid know to continue. After forty years they didn't need words any more, but that didn't mean they weren't discovering new things.
Morgan still remembered when he woke up to find himself an old man. Reid was still sex on a stick, he was gorgeous and Morgan felt wrong that an old man such as him could desire Reid, who was still so young and full of life.
Reid let Morgan sulk for two days. Then while Morgan was making lunch Reid pounced on him. He forced him against the kitchen counter slowly removing his clothes, kissing every grey hair and wrinkle he found. This slow tortuous foreplay lead into the evening and Morgan was surprised he had the stamina to last so long, hours hot and hard and aching. The sensations suddenly stopped and then he felt a tongue at his hole. Oh, oh and oh, that would never ever grow old, like he did and Reid didn't. His erection started to flag and Reid stopped. "Morgan", his voice filled with wry amusement "Morgan, I'm in my sixties, I'm getting on in years but you, you are still a God, a living breathing Greek God, you are walking temptation. I love you and we're growing old together, don't forget that" with that he wrapped his mouth around Morgan's cock and deep throated him. Thrusting up to met this wet warmth that seemed to never end Morgan fell back to find he was being rimmed.
He moaned at this delicious new feeling, it seemed that tongues were everywhere. The new Sqweel had arrived then. But oh, they have never given the other a blow job while using.
That orgasm and been intense and Morgan and enjoyed the double assault many many times since then.
For men in their seventies they were so very actively sexual. A strange side effect of growing older was the funeral sex. As you reached your sixties and seventies when your cohorts died it was still sad yet expected. It also showed you that you were running out of time. Morgan and Reid had had lots of life affirming sex but it now had lost its celebratory twinge and gained a bitter-sweet sense of one day I will lose you and I won't be able to handle that.
"Morgan" Reid was using his confident-I-will-get-what-I-want voice "I currently fully prepared and have a butt plug in me keeping me ready and waiting for you." He allowed Morgan a moment to process, "take me to the park and fuck me."
Morgan paused, fuck was good, park was bad, it was in the public they could get caught then a fine and a criminal record. But they didn't work any more, would never have to again, they could afford a fine, the law didn't matter to them just the social taboo, and oh they were 'old' now, so much social taboo there. Morgan looked down at Reid, who smiled back up at him and asked, "so, what do you say Pretty Boy?"