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

I moved to Senior hayfield shortly after my wife 's pass. I 'm not sure what I was looking for, but the consideration of her destruction made me need to just take the air away from most everything. I retired, a twelvemonth early, sold the house and moved to the Meadows about two hour drive away from the townsfolk where we had lived for many years. Well, when you get the double electrical shock of your wife dying in a car wreck, and her being found mostly undressed, and having suffered head trauma by being pinned between the device driver 's bare bottom body and the steering wheel… well you get the moving picture. The autopsy also showed his come in her mouth. By the way, the device driver was a former neighbor, who I had n't seen in years and presumed the same of my dear departed wife.

My psyche space was somewhere between gall and imprint. There was no 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 property was about 50 condos with dissimilar level of care available. I took the canonic, because I was in safe wellness, really all I needed was a station to delay and some new friends. I started going to the gym daily, 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. well, except for the jerking off. I did n't do much of that before the married woman died, now my powerful hand had become my special admirer. Not very satisfying, but any port in a storm. Before I met the wife, I was involved with a jerkoff radical, maybe something like that would surface here. But I was n't optimistic ; I 'm not really too outgoing, though I 'd shoot the breeze with people on affair.

On the way back from the gym, there were usually some Guy shooting pocket billiards in the rec room. I must deliver been on the same schedule as them, there were some habitue who were there every recently dawn. Two cat, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman 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 occasional syndicate participant. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His epithet was dog, and it was the pond participant. He invited me to stop and play a biz sometime. I 'm not much of a pool player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that good afternoon, I decided to barricade in a couple of days later.

Unbeknownst to me, Frank had reported back to the early guy cable. They 'd been watching me, and sent frank out for a run to meet up.

When I did driblet in, we hit it off pretty well. They were all Holocene retiree ; one ( greenback ) was married and a former insurance agent. Tom was a computer programmer, divorced, and wiener had been a fabrication coach, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remark about who had the modest dick. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the title, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one distributor point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom 's tail ; when I noticed this he shifted his coup d'oeil in the way that guys do when they get caught peeking - as if they were just looking around.

After a twosome of games, I went home, but not until they 'd invited me to Tom 's lieu for their hebdomadal poker plot. Bill advised me to bring plenty of money ( laughs around ) - in the form of pennies and nickel, 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 sustain stood around shooting the shit for an minute before Tom got out the cards. The guys still did n't actuate to the table just yet. Then flyer said, `` Pete, let me level with you. We do play cards here, but that 's the excuse we give. We actually put on a porn picture and enjoy 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 attention, and I said, `` Really. Let me ask you, do you queer 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. note 's married woman would n't understand. ``

Three pairs of optic on me, and you could tell they were wondering how I 'd answer. `` To tell you the truth, '' I said, `` I was in a masturbation club at one time, and was thinking about looking into it here in my new situation. '' The three looks of pinch all instantly turned to relaxed grin. Frank laughed, and said to the others, `` What did I say, guy cable ? `` Then to me, `` You were pretty placid but I had a suspicion you 'd be open to it. '' That brought a sound jape, and Tom went over to depart the movie.

Bill asked me about the JO club. I explained that about five guys met every former week at one guy 's sign. We looked at porn magazines - this was before the internet - and occasionally watched a movie. Before the evening was through, we all enjoyed each former 's orgasm and our own. I especially liked seeing the other hombre shoot their lading, sometimes we would cum nearly together on the host 's chicken feed java table. That was an inspire 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 sustain the need anymore. invoice asked, `` So it was non-contact ? You just jerked off ? ''

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

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

The realization hit me slowly. Tom continued, `` It goes beyond that for us. We actually like to tinct, give each other deal jobs, and are a crew of cocksuckers 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 money plant with myself, I 'd almost gotten in contact with a onetime JO sidekick once. I was rummy for certain. And if Guy give the outflank 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 hired hand on my shoulder joint, then said, `` Let 's go to the family theater. '' It was in the cellar, 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 inter-group communication .