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

I moved to senior Meadows shortly after my married woman 's exit. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the circumstances of her death made me need to just walk away from nigh everything. I retired, a year early, sold the house and moved to the hayfield about two time of day drive away from the township where we had lived for many class. Well, when you get the bivalent shock of your married woman dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly undressed, and having suffered chief injury by being pinned between the driver 's bare rear consistency and the guidance wheel… well you get the characterisation. The autopsy also showed his come in her mouth. By the way, the driver was a former neighbor, who I had n't seen in years and presumed the same of my dear departed wife.

My head blank space was somewhere between thorniness and natural depression. There was no sign of any fuss, our animation had been going smoothly, even including our sex animation. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The place was about 50 condo with dissimilar story of maintenance useable. I took the introductory, because I was in good health, really all I needed was a shoes to remain and some new Friend. I started going to the gym everyday, ending with a run and followed by a cup of coffee in the snack bar. All stuff and nonsense I did before, just not regularly. fountainhead, except for the jerk off. I did n't do much of that before the wife died, now my in good order hand had become my peculiar friend. Not very satisfying, but any port in a tempest. Before I met the married woman, 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 outgoing, though I 'd natter with citizenry on social function.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some guys shooting kitty in the rec room. I must have been on the Saame schedule as them, there were some fixture who were there every late sunup. Two cat, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The char changed, but the hombre 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 casual pool musician. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His epithet was Frank, and it was the pool role player. He invited me to block off and trifle a game sometime. I 'm not much of a pool actor, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that good afternoon, I decided to finish in a couple of sidereal day later.

Unbeknownst to me, wiener had reported back to the other guy. They 'd been watching me, and sent dog out for a run to meet up.

When I did free fall in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all Recent retirees ; one ( Bill ) was married and a former insurance agent. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and dog had been a manufacturing manager, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the diminished dick. Oddly enough, they all laid call to the rubric, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's prat ; 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 twain of games, I went dwelling, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's place for their weekly stove poker game. billhook advised me to bring plenty of money ( laughs around ) - in the form of centime and nickels, 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 Guy still did n't incite to the table just yet. Then eyeshade said, `` Pete, let me charge with you. We do play lineup here, but that 's the self-justification we give. We actually put on a porn movie and enjoy the show. ``

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

But he continued, `` And we sit around and play with ourselves too. ``
That caught my attending, and I said, `` Really. Let me ask you, do you exhibit 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. Federal Reserve note 's wife would n't understand. ``

triplet pairs of centre on me, and you could tell they were wondering how I 'd reply. `` To severalize you the truth, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation golf club at one time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new situation. '' The three feel of catch all instantly turned to unstrain smiles. frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guy rope ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a intuition you 'd be open to it. '' That brought a unspoiled gag, and Tom went over to initiate the movie.

vizor asked me about the JO nine. I explained that about five guys met every former week at one guy 's firm. We looked at pornography magazine publisher - this was before the net - and occasionally watched a movie. Before the evening was through, we all enjoyed each other 's climax and our own. I especially liked seeing the other guys shoot their dozens, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the host 's glass coffee bean table. That was an inspiring 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 need anymore. Bill asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

I explained, `` That was the correspondence. If someone wanted to take it further, they did so away from the mathematical group. I kept to the onanism. Like you guys. ``

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

The realization hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to come to, give each former hand job, and are a crew of mother fucker too. Not much into anal, though. So again, if you 're not interested - or if you want to follow once to turn back it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In silver dollar with myself, I 'd almost cause in contact with a early JO brother once. I was queer for sure. And if guys give the best blowjobs 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 articulatio humeri, then said, `` Let 's go to the home theatre of operations. '' It was in the cellar, and Tom kept his hired hand on me. We grabbed our drinkable and walked there. Not only did I not object to Tom 's skin senses, I liked it. I guess I was missing the human contact lens .