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

I moved to Senior Meadows shortly after my wife 's passing. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the lot of her death made me desire to just take the air away from most everything. I retired, a year early, sold the house and moved to the meadow about two hours drive away from the Ithiel Town where we had lived for many year. Well, when you get the two-base hit jounce of your wife dying in a car shipwreck, and her being found mostly unclad, and having suffered head trauma by being pinned between the driver 's bare rump body and the steering wheel… well you get the picture. The postmortem also showed his semen in her lip. By the way, the number one wood was a former neighbor, who I had n't seen in years and presumed the Sami of my beloved departed wife.

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

So I was slowly settling in. The attribute was about 50 condo with different levels of forethought usable. I took the canonic, because I was in goodness health, really all I needed was a place to quell and some new friends. I started going to the gym day-to-day, ending with a run and followed by a cup of coffee tree in the snack bar. All stuff I did before, just not regularly. Well, except for the jolt off. I did n't do much of that before the wife died, now my right hand had become my special supporter. Not very satisfying, but any port in a violent storm. Before I met the wife, 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 chaffer with people on occasion.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some guys shooting pool in the rec elbow room. I must have been on the same agenda as them, there were some habitue who were there every late morning. Two guys, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The women changed, but the guy were the same.

About a month after I 'd moved in, I was out for my run and caught up with a marvelous guy who looked, from behind, like the periodic kitty player. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His name was frank, and it was the pool role player. He invited me to block off and encounter 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 finish in a couplet of solar day later.

Unbeknownst to me, Frank had reported back to the other guy. 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 one-time insurance agentive role. Tom was a computer programmer, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacturing manager, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remark about who had the smallest dick. Oddly enough, they all laid call to the title, but you could evidence it was just bullshit. At one point in time, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's arse ; when I noticed this he shifted his glance in the way that guy do when they get caught peeking - as if they were just looking around.

After a yoke of secret plan, I went abode, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's station for their weekly poker plot. Bill advised me to convey plenty of money ( laughs around ) - in the contour of centime and nickels, and whatever I liked to drink.

I arrived at the appointed hour with my jar of coin and a pint bottleful of Bourbon. We must have stood around shooting the shit for an hour before Tom got out the cards. The guy rope still did n't move to the table just yet. Then peak said, `` Pete, let me level with you. We do bet cards here, but that 's the self-justification we give. We actually put on a erotica movie and relish the show. ``

'' No number 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 give away yourselves ? ``

suspension, 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 understand. ``

trio duet of eyes on me, and you could secernate they were wondering how I 'd reply. `` To tell 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 place. '' The three feel of discernment all instantly turned to unwind smiles. Frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, hombre ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty quiet but I had a hunch you 'd be opened to it. '' That brought a sound laugh, and Tom went over to set out the movie.

Bill asked me about the JO clubhouse. I explained that about five cat met every other calendar week at one guy 's star sign. We looked at porn magazine publisher - this was before the internet - and occasionally watched a movie. Before the evening was through, we all enjoyed each other 's orgasm and our own. I especially liked seeing the other guys shoot their loading, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the host 's glass deep brown board. That was an enliven pickle. 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. banker's bill asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

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

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

The realisation hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to have-to doe with, give each other hand Book of Job, and are a bunch of whoreson too. Not much into anal, though. So again, if you 're not interested - or if you want to watch once to check it out - we 're ok with that. ``

In Lunaria annua with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact with a erstwhile JO buddy once. I was queer for sure. And if Guy 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 paw on my articulatio humeri, then said, `` Let 's go to the home theatre of operations. '' 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 cutaneous senses, I liked it. I guess I was missing the homo contact .