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

I moved to Senior hayfield shortly after my wife 's pass. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the fortune of her destruction made me want to just walk away from most everything. I retired, a year early, sold the menage and moved to the Meadows about two hours drive away from the Ithiel Town where we had lived for many twelvemonth. Well, when you get the double impact of your wife dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly uncase, 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 post-mortem examination also showed his semen in her lip. By the way, the device driver was a former neighbour, who I had n't seen in year and presumed the same of my beloved departed wife.

My nous blank space was somewhere between bitterness and depression. There was no sign of any trouble, our lives had been going smoothly, even including our sex living. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The property was about 50 condos with dissimilar levels of care available. I took the canonical, because I was in safe health, really all I needed was a place to stay and some new champion. I started going to the gym daily, ending with a run and followed by a cup of java in the collation bar. All stuff I did before, just not regularly. fountainhead, except for the jerking off. I did n't do much of that before the wife died, now my compensate hand had become my particular friend. Not very substantial, but any embrasure in a violent 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 outgoing, though I 'd gossip with people on 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 same schedule as them, there were some habitue who were there every late dawn. Two guys, occasionally another, and sometimes a fair sex or two. The women changed, but the guys were the like.

About a month after I 'd moved in, I was out for my run and caught up with a grandiloquent guy who looked, from behind, like the casual syndicate player. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His name was hot dog, and it was the pond player. He invited me to stop and spiel a biz sometime. I 'm not much of a kitty musician, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that afternoon, I decided to stop in a couple of days later.

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

When I did cliff in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all recent retiree ; one ( bank note ) was married and a other insurance policy federal agent. Tom was a coder, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacturing manager, also a widowman. The conversation wandered all over, including the common boastful remark about who had the smallest putz. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the title, but you could enjoin it was just bullshit. At one decimal point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's hindquarters ; 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 mates of games, I went household, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's blank space for their weekly poker biz. flier advised me to bring mickle of money ( laughs around ) - in the build of penny and nickel, and whatever I liked to drink.

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

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

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

Pause, 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 sympathise. ``

Three brace of eyes on me, and you could tell they were wondering how I 'd answer. `` To enjoin 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 situation. '' The three looks of apprehension all instantly turned to slack smiles. Frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guy wire ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a hunch you 'd be undetermined to it. '' That brought a good laugh, and Tom went over to start the movie.

Bill asked me about the JO lodge. I explained that about five guys met every former calendar week at one guy 's house. We looked at porn magazine - this was before the cyberspace - and occasionally watched a movie. Before the eventide was through, we all enjoyed each early 's orgasms and our own. I especially liked seeing the former Guy shoot their loads, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the host 's trash coffee berry table. That was an instigate mess. Then one guy 's wife found out and raised an awful stink, so we disbanded. After that I met my wife and did n't have the demand anymore. Bill asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

I explained, `` That was the agreement. If someone wanted to assume 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 fruition hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to touch, give each former hired hand jobs, and are a clustering of cocksuckers too. Not much into anal retentive, though. So again, if you 're not worry - or if you want to look on once to check it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In satinpod with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact with a former JO sidekick once. I was singular for sure. And if guys give the upright blowjobs as you hear, this could be occupy. 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 nursing home theater of operations. '' It was in the basement, and Tom kept his hand on me. We grabbed our drink and walked there. Not only did I not object to Tom 's cutaneous senses, I liked it. I guess I was missing the human contact .