But since they bothwant more, why stop here?
The next time Jim comes up for air, Alan slides back a bit, putting some space between them. Jim’s usually smoothed-flat hair stands up on one side of his head, and he runs a hand over it to try and tame it down, with little results. His voice is thick and gravelly when he asks, “What’s up? Why’d you stop?”
“I’mup, if you catch my drift.” Alan tugs at his open fly, through which his underwear bulges obscenely. “I don’t know about you, but my libido isn’t quite as athletic as it used to be. I didn’t take my Viagra today—”
“You don’t need Viagra,” Jim scoffs.
Alan smiles. “Maybe not yet, but I can’t hold it back forever, and once it goes off, that’s it for the night. Those days of two or three orgasms in a row are long behind me. I’ll probably need the whole weekend to recharge.”
With a laugh, Jim tells him, “Oh, stop it. You make it sound like you’re in your seventies. Fifty is the new forty, don’t you know?”