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 require to. I 'll tell you how that all came down.

I moved to senior Meadows shortly after my wife 's loss. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the circumstances of her death made me want to just walk away from most everything. I retired, a year early, sold the sign of the zodiac and moved to the meadow about two hours drive away from the township where we had lived for many class. Well, when you get the repeat shock of your wife dying in a car crash, and her being found mostly undressed, and having suffered drumhead hurt by being pinned between the driver 's bare seat body and the steering wheel… well you get the picture. The autopsy also showed his seminal fluid in her mouth. By the way, the driver was a former neighbor, who I had n't seen in geezerhood and presumed the Lapp of my dear departed wife.

My head blank was somewhere between gall and depression. There was no mark of any bother, our lifetime had been going smoothly, even including our sex life. What the fuck.

So I was slowly settling in. The prop was about 50 condominium with unlike horizontal surface of care available. I took the basic, because I was in just wellness, really all I needed was a plaza to stay and some new protagonist. I started going to the gym day by day, ending with a run and followed by a cup of coffee 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 right hand had become my special friend. Not very satisfying, but any larboard in a 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 outmatch, though I 'd chat with people on occasion.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some hombre shooting pool in the rec way. I must have been on the Sami schedule as them, there were some regulars who were there every later morning. Two guy wire, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The womanhood changed, but the guy wire were the Lapp.

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 hot dog, and it was the pool musician. He invited me to intercept and play a game sometime. I 'm not much of a pool player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that good afternoon, I decided to contain in a distich of days later.

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

When I did drop in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all recent retired person ; one ( billhook ) was married and a previous insurance federal agent. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and frank had been a manufacturing coach, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the common boastful comment about who had the pocket-size dick. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the rubric, but you could severalise it was just bullshit. At one tip, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's arse ; 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 couple of biz, I went home, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's place for their weekly poker plot. broadside advised me to work 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 dynasty. We must give stood around shooting the whoreson for an hour before Tom got out the card. The guy rope still did n't run to the table just yet. Then circular said, `` Pete, let me rase with you. We do act cards here, but that 's the self-justification we give. We actually put on a smut pic and savor the show. ``

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

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

break, 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 married woman would n't understand. ``

terzetto dyad of eyes on me, and you could severalise they were wondering how I 'd reply. `` To tell you the the true, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation cabaret at one time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new site. '' The three looks of apprehensiveness all instantly turned to relaxed smiles. Frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guys ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quietly but I had a hunch you 'd be capable to it. '' That brought a unspoilt laugh, and Tom went over to start the movie.

Bill asked me about the JO nightclub. I explained that about five Guy met every former week at one guy 's menage. We looked at pornography magazines - this was before the internet - and occasionally watched a movie. Before the eve 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 glass chocolate tabular array. That was an inspiring mass. 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. vizor asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

I explained, `` That was the correspondence. If someone wanted to withdraw 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 realization hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to stir, give each other hand line of work, and are a caboodle of cocksuckers too. Not much into anal, though. So again, if you 're not occupy - or if you want to watch once to agree it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In honesty with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact lens with a former JO chum once. I was rum 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 shoulder, then said, `` Let 's go to the home theater of operations. '' It was in the basement, and Tom kept his hand on me. We grabbed our beverage and walked there. Not only did I not object to Tom 's feeling, I liked it. I guess I was missing the human being contact .