Chapter 73

After that, there was no question that whenever Peter could get it up during the cruise, he would have a fresh conquest moaning for what he could give them. No one on the cruise cared after that that he had gray hair and a thickish waist and age spots and a few wrinkles and sagged a bit here and there and couldn't play pool volleyball or drink the younger guys under the table. What mattered was what he could do between their legs on top of the table. No one even subtly quizzed him on how much he was worth in dollars anymore. He had a monster, talented c*ck, and he could give a guy the master fuck of his life. It was so heartening, Peter thought, that the youth of the day could see what was important in life once they'd tasted it. * * * * "You look worn out," Leandro said. "I feel that way too." Peter fought hard to keep the smile out of his voice. He sighed heavily, for effect. "Found you were too old for a cruise like that, didn't you?" "It about did me in, yes." "Didn't I tell you it