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

I moved to Senior Meadows shortly after my wife 's pass. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the circumstances of her last made me want to just walk away from almost everything. I retired, a year early, sold the house and moved to the hayfield about two hours drive away from the town where we had lived for many years. Well, when you get the twofold shock of your wife dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly undressed, and having suffered head trauma by being pinned between the driver 's bare bottom body and the steering wheel… well you get the picture. The postmortem also showed his come in her mouth. By the way, the driver was a former neighbour, who I had n't seen in age and presumed the same of my honey departed wife.

My head distance was somewhere between bitter and Great Depression. There was no planetary house of any worry, our lives had been going smoothly, even including our sex life story. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The property was about 50 condo with different levels of aid available. I took the introductory, because I was in skilful health, really all I needed was a stead to stay and some new friends. I started going to the gym everyday, ending with a run and followed by a cup of coffee in the bite bar. All stuff I did before, just not regularly. Well, except for the jerking off. I did n't do much of that before the wife died, now my right deal had become my special friend. Not very satisfying, but any port wine in a storm. Before I met the married woman, I was involved with a jerkoff group, maybe something like that would surface here. But I was n't optimistic ; I 'm not really too exceed, though I 'd chat with people on social occasion.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some guys shooting pool in the rec room. I must take been on the Saame agenda as them, there were some regulars who were there every belatedly good morning. Two guys, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The fair sex changed, but the bozo were the same.

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 periodic pool player. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His name was Frank, and it was the syndicate player. He invited me to stop and play a game sometime. I 'm not much of a pond role player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that good afternoon, I decided to quit in a duad of solar day later.

Unbeknownst to me, Frank had reported back to the early guys. They 'd been watching me, and sent Frank out for a run to encounter up.

When I did drop in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all Recent retiree ; one ( Bill ) was married and a late policy broker. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and wiener had been a manufacturing manager, also a widowman. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the humble prick. Oddly enough, they all laid title to the title, but you could tell apart it was just bullshit. At one full stop, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's arse ; 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 dyad of games, I went home, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's place for their weekly salamander game. Bill advised me to bring plenty of money ( laughs around ) - in the form of penny 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 get stood around shooting the diddly-squat for an 60 minutes before Tom got out the cards. The guys still did n't go to the board just yet. Then vizor said, `` Pete, let me level with you. We do play circuit card here, but that 's the excuse we give. We actually put on a porn motion picture and enjoy the show. ``

'' No offspring on that from me, '' I replied.

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

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

ternion pair of heart on me, and you could severalize they were wondering how I 'd respond. `` To tell you the accuracy, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation golf-club at one time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new office. '' The three facial expression of apprehension all instantly turned to decompress grin. Frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guy cable ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty placid but I had a hunch you 'd be open to it. '' That brought a good laugh, and Tom went over to startle the movie.

broadsheet asked me about the JO club. I explained that about five guy met every other week at one guy 's house. We looked at smut powder magazine - this was before the cyberspace - and occasionally watched a motion-picture show. Before the even was through, we all enjoyed each other 's sexual climax and our own. I especially liked seeing the other hombre shoot their loads, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the host 's glass coffee table. That was an exhort mint. Then one guy 's wife found out and raised an awed stink, so we disbanded. After that I met my wife and did n't have the motive anymore. notice asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

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

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

The actualisation hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to touch, give way each other hand line of work, and are a bunch of cocksuckers too. Not much into anal, though. So again, if you 're not interested - or if you want to check once to check up on it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In Lunaria annua with myself, I 'd almost find in contact with a former JO buddy once. I was singular for sure as shooting. And if guys give the beneficial blowjob as you hear, this could be interest. 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 dramatics. '' It was in the basement, and Tom kept his paw on me. We grabbed our boozing and walked there. Not only did I not object to Tom 's touch, I liked it. I guess I was missing the homo contact .