I have alway pursued my vow of childlessness... I'm Michael and I live as a sexual athlete, not an encumbered breeder. I am now 60, but I have the body and sexual prowess to pass for a beach stud in his 30s. I have a hot body and a potent cock but I vowed to waste my seed at a young age and I have kept my vow (my daughter Faith was born through deceit, but as she is now also my lover she may be excluded from consideration here). In order to spit in the face of traditional morality I vowed I would never have a child and that I would always cast my seed on barren ground and, to demonstrate my manhood, from the age of my longed for puberty I would never let anyone see me cry.

A young bride has been bred for me by friends who are both in thrall to me sexually. She will be 20 when I am 80 and we will marry on my birthday in a special pagan ceremony. We will not have met prior to the ceremony but her parents will have broken her in sexually.

WE will both display our bodies in front of a Blue Door Club audience.

She will wear her briefest bikini with her camel toe clearly evident. Despite all my attempts to hold back time, my body will look old, dry and lacking in tone... I'll have a dark tan and my leathery skin will look even darker against the stubble of close cropped white hair on my upper chest and the hair forming a tiny tuft on my lower belly just above my cock... The influence of gravity will be apparent on the loose skin around my elbows and knees... Although cropped short, my hair will be jet black and obviously dyed, but a bald patch will be visible from behind. Underneath the dark tan bulging tangles of veins will be visible on the backs of my legs. My once firm buttocks will show the first hint of sagging, as will my pecs and my nipples. My strong jawline will be diminished by the folds of a loose turkey neck and it wil be my first time wearing my brilliantly white, complete set of new false teeth.

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