I'm now 62.

I've still got a hot body and a lovely cut cock which looks very sexy in the white g-stting thong I wear at selected beaches and late at night for encounters around hotel swimming pools. The fabric is so very thin and it clings to me. Wearing it is only just this side of being nude. It shows off the shape of my lovely cock and my sexy balls in my perfectly hairless, nicely stuffed scrotum so beautifully. 

However, although I've managed to drink from the fountain of youth so far (I've got the body of a good looking guy in his early 40s and my cock will match any guy in his 30s), I am starting to see cracks appearing in my sexuaul facade. Age is going to start catching up and my inevitable decline will begin.

I find this very erotic because I will fight the failing of the light and of my sexuality with everything at my disposal. I adore the arrogance of the potent male with the seeds of life bubbling up from his balls. I'm terrified of losing that. I don't want to be like those dry, hollowed out females after menopause. I don't want to be a shadow of a man.

It is so erotic that a male's gorgeous balls are also so vulnerable. A man must risk his balls when he fights and that is exciting. However I am already in the early stages of decline. I have vowed that I will make a hot babe of 20 pregnant on my 80th birthday in a public event at the Blue Door Club. A suitable cunt has been bred for the purpose and she is now 2 years old.

I need another 18 years of powerful sexuality. 18 more years of being the man I delight in being. With time running out my pursuit of sexual pleasure will also need to be more urgent. My rule when I travel is that I must fuck at least one new cunt, shemale or boy every day. I might have to double that. Am I man enough to do it? And when will I fail? Because that time will come. Then I will look into the abyss.

As for my 80th birthday, I think I can do it. But what if I fail? What if my decline is such that I am impotent at the crucial encounter? What if the cruel bitch tells of my failure and I am humiliated in front of the entire Blue Door Club membership. What if her taunts reduce me to tears of anger and frustration and the members all see my red eyes and know that my manhood has collapsed and I am now to be an object of pity and contempt.

M