WH-156 Young Pussy by Rick Arledge


Chapter 1


Elton was a short man with a receding hairline and pepper and salt 
greying temples. All his life, he had lived conservatively. He had a 
steady job and for all practical purposes Elton seemed more or less 
well-adjusted and happy. Elton had been married once and had a young 
daughter about fourteen years old, who at the present time was living 
with her natural mother. There was only one problem: he was very 
lonely. Happy, in a sense materially, but emotionally he was alone.

Every morning, when the alarm clock went off at five a.m. Elton was 
able to leap from his bed and hit the cold bare floor and without 
pausing for a breath, reach the bathroom and take great joy in hearing 
the sound of his hot yellow piss hit the toilet bowl. The sound of his 
hot piss was like music to his ears. He loved to hear the sound echo in 
the bathroom. At a given point, Elton would apply pressure to the base 
of his cock to feel the urine running out. Sometimes, he pinched the 
hole and played games with himself as he was urinating. The sensations 
woke him and when he stopped pissing, he shook his cock so that the 
last drops wouldn't run down his leg and stain his yellow striped 
pajamas.

The light in the bathroom over the mirror glared downwards and lit 
Elton's greying face. The grey stubble of his beard glistened in the 
bright light. He ran his fingers across his face noticing the hollow 
cheeks the drawn look. He thought to himself, 'I've got to remember 
never to take my teeth out.' He reached into a glass of water and 
withdrew his dentures. With a quick motion he snapped them into his 
mouth and remarked out loud, "Yes, yes, I've got to remember to keep my 
teeth in my mouth."

"I guess I'll have to shave. I shave every day. It looks good." Elton 
reached into the medicine cabinet and took out his favorite Gillette 
Razor remarking out loud again, "They sure made them good in the army. 
I guess that was the best year for razors." He lathered up his face 
with soap and water and proceeded to scratch the stubble from his face.

As he scratched away, he felt the coldness of the porcelain sink 
against his cock and balls. It felt good through his pajama bottoms. He 
moved his ass in and out, up against the cold sink. The shaving job was 
almost done when Elton decided that he'd like to look at his cock. He 
put the razor down and pulled the draw string on his pajama pants. His 
pajama pants fell to the floor around his ankles and he stepped out of 
them. His half-rampant wang didn't jangle and didn't really jiggle, it 
was just sort of half-hard. He reached up with his right hand and took 
some of the lather from his face and laid it on his prick and tight 
drawn up ball sac. He turned around and sat down on the toilet seat and 
massaged the slippery soap suds in and around his grayed pubic hair. 
Every once in a while he would slide his hand upwards on his semi-hard 
shaft and rub the palm of his hand around and around the head of his 
peter.


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