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 expect to. I 'll severalise you how that all came down.

I moved to Senior Meadows shortly after my wife 's passing. I 'm not indisputable what I was looking for, but the luck of her death made me want to just walk away from most everything. I retired, a year early, sold the house and moved to the Meadows about two hours drive away from the town where we had lived for many years. Well, when you get the repeat shock of your wife dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly undressed, and having suffered headway harm by being pinned between the driver 's bare merchant ship body and the steering wheel… well you get the word picture. The PM also showed his semen in her mouth. By the way, the number one wood was a old neighbor, who I had n't seen in class and presumed the same of my dear departed wife.

My headland space was somewhere between acrimony and depressive disorder. There was no planetary house of any problem, our sprightliness had been going smoothly, even including our sex life. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The property was about 50 condos with dissimilar levels of care available. I took the canonic, because I was in ripe health, really all I needed was a office to stay and some new friend. I started going to the gym daily, ending with a run and followed by a cup of java 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 flop hand had become my special friend. Not very solid, but any port in a storm. Before I met the wife, I was involved with a jerkoff group, maybe something like that would come on here. But I was n't optimistic ; I 'm not really too surpass, though I 'd confabulate with masses on occasion.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some guy shooting puddle in the rec room. I must give birth been on the Sami schedule as them, there were some regular who were there every previous daybreak. Two cat, occasionally another, and sometimes a womanhood or two. The womanhood 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 magniloquent guy who looked, from behind, like the occasional pool actor. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His name was Frank, and it was the consortium actor. He invited me to bar and toy a game sometime. I 'm not much of a pool player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that afternoon, I decided to discontinue in a pair of days later.

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

When I did free fall in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all Holocene retirees ; one ( Bill ) was married and a former insurance policy agent. Tom was a computer programmer, divorced, and weenie had been a manufacturing manager, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the smallest shaft. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the title, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's behind ; when I noticed this he shifted his coup d'oeil in the way that guy rope do when they get caught peeking - as if they were just looking around.

After a dyad of biz, I went rest home, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's place for their hebdomadal poker biz. peak advised me to wreak plenty of money ( laughs around ) - in the form of cent and Ni, and whatever I liked to drink.

I arrived at the appointed hr with my jar of coin and a dry pint bottle of bourbon. We must sustain stood around shooting the mother fucker for an hour before Tom got out the cards. The bozo still did n't run to the board just yet. Then greenback said, `` Pete, let me level with you. We do run board here, but that 's the excuse we give. We actually put on a erotica movie and enjoy the appearance. ``

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

But he continued, `` And we sit around and play with ourselves too. ``
That caught my care, 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. greenback 's wife would n't understand. ``

trinity couplet of eyes on me, and you could tell they were wondering how I 'd reply. `` To state you the truth, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation society at one time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new situation. '' The three feeling of apprehension all instantly turned to unstrain grinning. dog laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guys ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a hunch you 'd be open up to it. '' That brought a good laugh, and Tom went over to start the movie.

Bill asked me about the JO golf-club. I explained that about five guy cable met every other week at one guy 's house. We looked at smut cartridge clip - this was before the cyberspace - 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 guy shoot their loads, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the host 's glassful coffee table. That was an inspiring peck. Then one guy 's wife found out and raised an awful stink, so we disbanded. After that I met my married woman and did n't have the need anymore. visor asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

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

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

The fruition hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to affect, impart each other bridge player jobs, and are a caboodle of cocksuckers too. Not often into anal, though. So again, if you 're not interested - or if you want to watch once to ascertain it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In silver dollar with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact lens with a former JO buddy once. I was odd for trusted. And if guys give the practiced 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 deal on my shoulder, then said, `` Let 's go to the abode theater. '' It was in the basement, and Tom kept his hand on me. We grabbed our drinks and walked there. Not only did I not object to Tom 's touch, I liked it. I guess I was missing the human tangency .