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

I moved to Senior meadow shortly after my married woman 's expiration. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the circumstances of her death made me require 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 old age. Well, when you get the double shock of your wife dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly undressed, and having suffered principal trauma by being pinned between the device driver 's bare arse body and the direction wheel… well you get the photograph. The autopsy also showed his come in her mouth. By the way, the driver was a former neighbour, who I had n't seen in old age and presumed the Same of my dear departed wife.

My headway space was somewhere between acerbity and depression. There was no star sign of any trouble, our lives had been going smoothly, even including our sex life. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The holding was about 50 condo with unlike storey of concern available. I took the basic, because I was in commodity wellness, really all I needed was a place to bide and some new ally. I started going to the gym daily, ending with a run and followed by a cup of deep brown in the snack bar. All hooey I did before, just not regularly. wellspring, except for the saccade off. I did n't do much of that before the married woman died, now my redress hand had become my exceptional supporter. Not very satisfying, but any embrasure in a violent storm. Before I met the wife, I was involved with a jerkoff grouping, maybe something like that would come up here. But I was n't optimistic ; I 'm not really too outgoing, though I 'd gossip with multitude on occasion.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some guys shooting pool in the rec room. I must consume been on the same docket as them, there were some fixture who were there every previous morning. Two guys, occasionally another, and sometimes a char 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 episodic pool player. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His gens was frank, and it was the pool player. He invited me to stop and recreate a game sometime. I 'm not much of a pool instrumentalist, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that good afternoon, I decided to stop in a twain of days later.

Unbeknownst to me, Frank 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 in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all recent retirees ; one ( Bill ) was married and a former insurance federal 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 comment about who had the smallest shaft. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the championship, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's butt ; 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 brace of game, I went home, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's place for their weekly poker biz. Bill advised me to get plenteousness of money ( laughs around ) - in the flesh of pennies 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 own stood around shooting the shit for an hour before Tom got out the placard. The guys still did n't impress to the table just yet. Then 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 pornography picture show and enjoy the show. ``

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

But he continued, `` And we sit around and work 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 withdraw off, we 'd just ask that you keep it to yourself. eyeshade 's wife would n't translate. ``

trey pairs of centre on me, and you could severalise they were wondering how I 'd reply. `` To tell you the true statement, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation club at one clock time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new situation. '' The three looks of collar all instantly turned to unstrain grin. frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guy ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a hunch you 'd be spread out to it. '' That brought a honorable laugh, and Tom went over to part the movie.

circular asked me about the JO golf-club. I explained that about five guys met every former week at one guy 's theater. We looked at porn magazines - this was before the internet - and occasionally watched a movie. Before the eventide was through, we all enjoyed each other 's orgasms and our own. I especially liked seeing the other guy rope shoot their loads, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the legion 's deoxyephedrine coffee table. That was an inspiring mess. Then one guy 's wife found out and raised an awful foetor, so we disbanded. After that I met my wife and did n't have the need anymore. neb asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

I explained, `` That was the accord. If someone wanted to subscribe to it further, they did so away from the mathematical group. I kept to the onanism. 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 allude, give each other hired hand jobs, and are a bunch of son of a bitch too. Not practically into anal, though. So again, if you 're not interested - or if you want to look out once to assure it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In silver dollar with myself, I 'd almost gotten in link with a other JO brother once. I was funny for surely. And if bozo give the just 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 shoulder, then said, `` Let 's go to the home plate theater. '' It was in the basement, and Tom kept his hired 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 being contact lens .