My name 's Pete. I 'm 64, recently widowed and living in a retirement residential district. 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 Senior Meadows shortly after my wife 's passing. I 'm not for certain what I was looking for, but the circumstances of her death made me want to just take the air away from nearly everything. I retired, a year early, sold the house and moved to the Meadows about two minute drive away from the townsfolk where we had lived for many class. Well, when you get the double shock of your wife dying in a car crash, and her being found mostly undressed, and having suffered header trauma by being pinned between the driver 's bare bottom eubstance and the steering wheel… well you get the ikon. The autopsy also showed his seminal fluid in her mouth. By the way, the driver was a former neighbour, who I had n't seen in days and presumed the same of my dear departed wife.

My head space was somewhere between bitterness and depression. There was no sign of any worry, our lifetime had been going smoothly, even including our sex life. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The place was about 50 condos with different point of care uncommitted. I took the basic, because I was in full health, really all I needed was a post to last out and some new admirer. I started going to the gym daily, ending with a run and followed by a cup of coffee in the snack bar. All stuff I did before, just not regularly. well, except for the saccade off. I did n't do much of that before the wife died, now my decently hand had become my special friend. Not very satisfying, but any interface in a tempest. Before I met the wife, I was involved with a jerkoff chemical group, maybe something like that would surface here. But I was n't optimistic ; I 'm not really too exceed, though I 'd natter 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 have been on the Saame schedule as them, there were some regulars who were there every late morning. Two guy cable, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The women changed, but the guys were the same.

About a 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 stop over and meet a plot sometime. I 'm not much of a pool player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that afternoon, I decided to stop in a couple of days later.

Unbeknownst to me, weenie had reported back to the other guys. They 'd been watching me, and sent frankfurter out for a run to meet up.

When I did drop in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all recent retired person ; one ( Bill ) was married and a one-time insurance agent. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacturing manager, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the smallest dick. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the title, but you could say it was just bullshit. At one peak, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's derriere ; when I noticed this he shifted his glance in the way that cat do when they get caught peeking - as if they were just looking around.

After a yoke of games, I went home, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's place for their weekly poker game. vizor advised me to bring great deal of money ( laughs around ) - in the anatomy of cent and nickels, and whatever I liked to drink.

I arrived at the appointed hour with my jar of coin and a dry pint bottle of Bourbon. We must ingest stood around shooting the shit for an minute before Tom got out the scorecard. The bozo still did n't actuate to the table just yet. Then bank bill said, `` Pete, let me level with you. We do play cards here, but that 's the excuse we give. We actually put on a porn movie and enjoy the show. ``

'' No outcome 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 uncover yourselves ? ``

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

Three pairs of eye on me, and you could evidence they were wondering how I 'd respond. `` To tell you the trueness, '' I said, `` I was in a onanism nightclub at one clock time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new place. '' The three look of apprehension all instantly turned to loose grinning. Frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, cat ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a hunch you 'd be exposed to it. '' That brought a good laugh, and Tom went over to start the movie.

Bill asked me about the JO clubhouse. I explained that about five guys met every other week at one guy 's house. We looked at porn magazines - 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 bozo shoot their lading, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the innkeeper 's spyglass coffee berry tabular array. That was an inspiring mess. Then one guy 's wife found out and raised an awfully stink, so we disbanded. After that I met my wife and did n't take in the indigence anymore. Bill asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

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

Now came the real awkward pause, then Tom said, `` Well… ''

The realization hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to touch, give each early hand problem, and are a bunch of cocksuckers too. Not lots into anal retentive, though. So again, if you 're not interested - or if you want to ascertain once to match it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In Lunaria annua with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact with a former JO crony once. I was rummy for sure. And if guys give the best cock sucking 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 script on me. We grabbed our drinks and walked there. Not only did I not object to Tom 's tactual sensation, I liked it. I guess I was missing the human link .