My epithet 's Pete. I 'm 64, recently widowed and living in a retreat community. I 've found fun and sexual fulfilment where I did n't look to. I 'll narrate you how that all came down.

I moved to elder Meadows shortly after my wife 's exit. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the luck of her death made me want to just take the air away from most everything. I retired, a year early, sold the planetary house and moved to the Meadows about two 60 minutes drive away from the town where we had lived for many years. Well, when you get the double jolt of your married woman dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly unclad, and having suffered head trauma by being pinned between the driver 's bare bottom soundbox and the steering wheel… well you get the depiction. The autopsy also showed his ejaculate in her oral cavity. By the way, the device driver was a old neighbor, who I had n't seen in years and presumed the same of my dear departed wife.

My head space was somewhere between thorniness and Depression. There was no sign of any worry, our lives had been going smoothly, even including our sex biography. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The property was about 50 condominium with different point of care useable. I took the canonic, because I was in good health, really all I needed was a place to stay and some new friends. I started going to the gym daily, ending with a run and followed by a cup of deep brown in the snack 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 correctly hired man had become my especial friend. Not very satisfying, but any port in a tempest. 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 outgoing, though I 'd chat with people on occasion.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some guy shooting syndicate in the rec room. I must deliver been on the same agenda as them, there were some fixture who were there every late dayspring. Two guy rope, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The adult female changed, but the Guy were the like.

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 syndicate actor. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His epithet was Frank, and it was the syndicate participant. He invited me to stop and recreate a game sometime. I 'm not much of a consortium player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that afternoon, I decided to stop in a couple of Day later.

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

When I did drop curtain in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all recent retiree ; one ( Bill ) was married and a erstwhile insurance factor. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacturing handler, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful input about who had the little dick. Oddly enough, they all laid call to the title, but you could differentiate it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's hindquarters ; when I noticed this he shifted his glance in the way that hombre do when they get caught peeking - as if they were just looking around.

After a yoke of biz, I went home, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's home for their weekly poker secret plan. Bill advised me to bring plenty of money ( laughs around ) - in the material body of pennies and nickel note, 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 hour before Tom got out the cards. The guys still did n't act to the mesa just yet. Then bank note said, `` Pete, let me charge with you. We do play poster here, but that 's the excuse we give. We actually put on a pornography movie and delight the show. ``

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

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

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

triad couplet of eyes on me, and you could separate they were wondering how I 'd answer. `` To tell you the truth, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation club at one time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new office. '' The three looking at of apprehension all instantly turned to relaxed grinning. frankfurter laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, hombre ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a hunch you 'd be open to it. '' That brought a practiced laugh, and Tom went over to start the movie.

bank bill asked me about the JO lodge. I explained that about five cat met every other week at one guy 's house. We looked at pornography magazines - this was before the cyberspace - and occasionally watched a film. Before the evening was through, we all enjoyed each other 's orgasms and our own. I especially liked seeing the other guys shoot their loads, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the host 's glass coffee mesa. That was an barrack mess. Then one guy 's married woman found out and raised an awful mephitis, so we disbanded. After that I met my married woman and did n't let the pauperization anymore. Federal Reserve note asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

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

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

The realization hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to have-to doe with, give each former hand Job, and are a clump of asshole too. Not much into anal retentive, though. So again, if you 're not interest - or if you want to take in once to check it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In honesty with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact with a former JO buddy once. I was rum for sure. And if guys give the ripe blowjob as you hear, this could be interesting. 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 plate theater. '' It was in the basement, and Tom kept his manus 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 human being contact .