The Retirees Club ( 01 )


Gay, Mature
My name 's Pete. I 'm 64, recently widowed and living in a retirement biotic community. I 've found fun and sexual fulfillment where I did n't expect to. I 'll tell you how that all came down.

I moved to elder Meadows shortly after my wife 's passage. I 'm not sure enough what I was looking for, but the circumstances of her decease made me want to just walk away from virtually everything. I retired, a yr early, sold the theater and moved to the Meadows about two hr drive away from the townspeople where we had lived for many years. Well, when you get the two-bagger shock of your married woman dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly divest, and having suffered straits injury by being pinned between the driver 's bare bottom dead body and the steering wheel… well you get the ikon. The post-mortem also showed his semen in her mouth. By the way, the driver was a former neighbor, who I had n't seen in class and presumed the same of my dear departed wife.

My caput blank was somewhere between bitterness and depression. There was no sign of any fuss, our lives had been going smoothly, even including our sex life-time. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The property was about 50 condos with unlike levels of care useable. I took the canonical, because I was in thoroughly wellness, really all I needed was a property to stay and some new acquaintance. I started going to the gym day by day, ending with a run and followed by a cup of coffee in the collation bar. All clobber I did before, just not regularly. well, except for the jolt off. I did n't do much of that before the wife died, now my right-hand hired hand had become my special friend. Not very meet, but any port in a storm. Before I met the wife, I was involved with a jerkoff group, maybe something like that would surface here. But I was n't affirmative ; I 'm not really too outperform, though I 'd chat with people on occasion.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some guy rope shooting pool in the rec way. I must have been on the same schedule as them, there were some habitue who were there every of late forenoon. Two guys, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The women changed, but the guy cable were the Lapplander.

About a calendar month after I 'd moved in, I was out for my run and caught up with a tall guy who looked, from behind, like the occasional pool player. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His name was Frank, and it was the pool player. He invited me to check and play a game sometime. I 'm not much of a pool musician, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that afternoon, I decided to contain in a couple of mean solar day later.

Unbeknownst to me, hot dog had reported back to the early guys. They 'd been watching me, and sent hotdog out for a run to receive up.

When I did drop cloth in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all recent retired person ; one ( throwaway ) was married and a former insurance broker. Tom was a software engineer, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacture managing director, also a widowman. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the small-scale cock. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the rubric, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's bottom ; when I noticed this he shifted his glance in the way that guys do when they get caught peeking - as if they were just looking around.

After a couple of games, I went habitation, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's billet for their hebdomadary poker game. card advised me to take plenty of money ( laughs around ) - in the pattern of pennies and nickels, and whatever I liked to drink.

I arrived at the appointed hour with my jar of coin and a pint feeding bottle of bourbon. We must possess stood around shooting the shit for an hr before Tom got out the cards. The guys still did n't go to the table just yet. Then throwaway said, `` Pete, let me tear down with you. We do play notice here, but that 's the excuse we give. We actually put on a porn movie and enjoy the display. ``

'' No government issue on that from me, '' I replied.

But he continued, `` And we sit around and play with ourselves too. ``
That caught my attention, and I said, `` Really. Let me ask you, do you expose yourselves ? ``

intermission, then Tom said, `` Yeah, actually we do. So if you are n't down with this and you want to take off, we 'd just ask that you keep it to yourself. Bill 's wife would n't read. ``

Three pairs of eye on me, and you could tell apart they were wondering how I 'd reply. `` To differentiate you the truth, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation social club at one clock time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new site. '' The three looks of understanding all instantly turned to relaxed smiling. weenie laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guy rope ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a hunch you 'd be open to it. '' That brought a skilful laugh, and Tom went over to get going the movie.

invoice asked me about the JO club. I explained that about five guys met every other week at one guy 's house. We looked at porn clip - this was before the internet - and occasionally watched a movie. Before the evening was through, we all enjoyed each other 's orgasms and our own. I especially liked seeing the other guys shoot their heaps, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the boniface 's glass coffee bean table. That was an inspiring hatful. Then one guy 's wife found out and raised an awful foetor, so we disbanded. After that I met my wife and did n't have the pauperization anymore. pecker asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

I explained, `` That was the agreement. If someone wanted to claim it further, they did so away from the group. I kept to the masturbation. Like you guys. ``

Now came the literal awkward suspension, then Tom said, `` Well… ''

The realization hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to bear on, hand each other bridge player jobs, and are a cluster of cocksuckers too. Not a lot into anal, though. So again, if you 're not concerned - or if you want to check once to agree it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In honestness with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact with a early JO buddy once. I was funny for surely. And if guy cable give the well blowjobs as you hear, this could be concern. So I answered, `` I 'll try it up to handjobs this once and see if it works for me. '' Tom smiled and put his hand on my shoulder, then said, `` Let 's go to the home theater. '' It was in the basement, and Tom kept his hand on me. We grabbed our drinks and walked there. Not only did I not object to Tom 's sense of touch, I liked it. I guess I was missing the human tangency .
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