the sagging body and trying to hold it erect Joseph rose up and kissed the lips of the moaning panting man. Their mouths opened and their tongues touched and jointly shared the taste of Rich's sexual release, while the shower water continued to flow over the bodies of the lovers cleansing their bodies and their souls.

Later that evening they got dressed and Frank came over to pick them up. The three of them went down to the village and Frank took them to a little comedy club where they had a few drinks and watched some improvisational group do some comedy routines. It was all very avant-garde and very GAY. They laughed and drank and had a ball. It was a good way to rest and forget about the real world. Both men sandwiched poor Frank between them. Frank didn't mind at all. He told his two friends that every guy there was jealous that an old fart like him could have a date with two of the handsomest guys in the room.

“They must think I'm your sugar daddy. Bet the next time I come in here looking for a guy I'm going to be mobbed with young cock fighting over who should be my bed companion. I'll just have to take my time examining the crop.” Frank said as he ran his hands over both their legs and leaned over and kiss each on the cheek. The old guy really enjoyed himself acting the part of the rich cradle snatcher (so to speak). It was all meant in good fun and the two young men were having a ball playing along with the old guy. “You two guys are going to have to excuse me. I have to go to the powder room.”

Frank got up and started to head to the men's room and as he did Joseph noticed that a young guy at a near-by table got up and followed after him. Frank took a while to return and when he did there was a big smile on his face. Joseph noticed that the young guy from the other table returned to his seat a bit later.
Joseph leaned over and whispered into Frank's ear, “You old codger, what took you so long? Is that young man, over there, your next bed warmer or did you have him service you right in the stall?”

“You know I don't kiss and tell. However, he unlike some young soldier I now was only too glad to both service me and accept my invitation to a night of relaxation later this evening.” Frank said as he smiled and gave a little nod and one of those small Queen Elisabeth finger waves to the young man at the other table who smiled back and ran his tongue over his lips. “The two of you are set for the evening so why should I sleep alone? Like I told you when we first met in the restroom, I'm a fisherman; I cast out my line and wait for a nibble. This time I got a bite and later I will real him in and have a late night snack of fresh fish. Now let's enjoy the comedy and what's left of our evening before I have to be serviced by that young stud.”

And that's what they did until one comedian came on and told some jokes about politics, Moslems and terrorists. Even Joseph was offended and told Frank that he would like to teach the man a lesson