It isn’t going to happen to Dave Fleming. No way. He isn’t going to end up growing old. He has this aging thing beat. He works out, eats healthy, takes all the right supplements. As a result, he’s a handsome man, with a killer body, and it’s going to stay that way. But it doesn’t work. Though he’s done his best to swim upstream, Dave is swept steadily along to senior citizenship along with everyone else. In the process, he passed up chances for love. Now here he is, in his twilight years and alone, sharing his life with his faithful Labrador. One night as Dave stands before his bathroom mirror getting ready for bed, he bemoans the fact that he was so absorbed in the physical that he’d let love pass him by. He stares at his reflection in the mirror and wishes he could go back, be young again, and experience it all once more, even for just a short time. Maybe he’d even find love. If Dave gets his chance, will he take advantage of it and make his wish come true?

Mirror, Mirror

Just then Cleo’s nose appeared over the mattress. She was standing on the floor next to the bed. Dave smiled and reached out to scratch her ears. “Good morning, Cle—” He froze. Cleo’s muzzle was grey again, and her eyes, while still bright, had lost the youthfulness of yesterday.


Dave raised his hand and looked at it. It was wrinkled, and his knuckles were swollen as they always were in the morning. Two accusing liver spots stared back at him.


“No, no,” he breathed soundlessly. Lee stirred again, and once more his hard cock pushed against Dave. Dave’s own blooming erection had gone flaccid upon seeing Cleo and his hand.


Slowly he turned to face Lee. Lee smiled, brushed his salt and pepper hair off his face, and said, “Good—” He stopped, reached out, and touched Dave’s face. He hesitated a moment and asked shakily, “Me, too?”


They lay there just looking at each other for a long time.


Chapter 15