Mourning
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Mourning cajuncock
I'd been lost after my lover of almost 20 years died. Cancer had taken a long, painful road throughout his body. The once strong, muscled body had shrunk as if it were a deflating balloon. For me that last night at the hospital was sapping the last bit of life from me, my last bit of hope. The rest was a blur, family coming to comfort me, dealing with the funeral home, the funeral. The viewing brought out many of our friends we hadn't seen for years. His co-workers were there in force as was my family and his. But in the end I was home alone. My brother had flown in to stay but had to return to work. The neighbors took turns feeding me although I had no appetite. My co-workers came by to urge me to come back to work, to get out of the house at least.
Finally, I did return to work after a week at home packing up his things to donate. Work was a relief, it provided a focus on something else besides my pain. A few weeks passed before some of my gay friends began inviting me out with them. At first, I claimed it was too soon. But finally I ventured out with them to dinner, then to some bars that we used to frequent. Here I was among happy strangers who did not know of my grief. Once I started to relax I met a few new guys. We'd talk and usually they'd get around to ask me if I were attached. Something inside told me to just give a simple "No". A few asked me out to dinner or a movie. These dates usually ended up at a gay bar. Once or twice we'd go back to my place for a quick fuck. Most of them left shortly afterwards. I was alone again in my bed.
A few guys suggested that we attend one of the many private sex parties. At first I refused saying that I'd expect they were filled with men who were closeted or who could not meet men in bars or social situations. Finally, I agreed to try one or two of these parties. I was nervous about everything- "Was I too old?", "Was my body attractive enough?", "Could I function in a group sex setting?". After a few hesitations I called one of the numbers listed in the local gay rag. The guy on the phone had some questions about my limits- I had none-, my physical appearance- I went to the local YMCA to swim and use the gym twice a week, my taste in men- just that they be clean and breathing. My answers seemed to satisfy him so he gave me the time, date, and location for the next party.
On the Friday night of the party I made sure to double down on cleaning my body inside and out. It was a 2 enema night. I did take an enhancer and a strong drink to steady my nerves. I arrived 20 minutes late to make sure that I wasn't the first one there. Once inside the house, I shed my cloths and headed for the open bar. I was surprised at the buffet spread laid out in the kitchen. I nibbled and talked to a few of the men watching porn on the large TV. After a few minutes the host decided that I needed to tour the house. Each bedroom was prepared for a good orgy with plastic sheets on the beds and floors. The lights were dimmed and soft music played from hidden speakers. The tour ended in the basement rec room. It was decorated for a pagan orgy with naked statues, water pipes, pillows, and scented candles for lights. Returning to the main room, I was offered a glass of punch to get me in the "mood". It did the trick! Soon I was horny and my cock was stiff, dripping pre from the tip. This did not go unnoticed. Soon a man was on his knees in front of me sucking the hell out of my cock. Another one was behind me rubbing my shoulders and whispering for me to relax and enjoy. His hands went lower down my back until I felt him cupping my ass. I pushed back into his exploring hands to let him know that I was receptive to the massage. He pushed a little brown bottle, poppers, under my nostrils telling me to inhale. I did xo deeply. I felt him finger my hole before leading me down to the basement. There we sat on some cushions and smoked from the water pipe. The pipe was loaded with weed, something I'd not done in years. The combination of weed and poppers soon had me receptive to any advances that these men made. I was in a haze fueled by all of the drugs. But more importantly by the freedom of all of the sex around me. Around the room couples and groups, all naked, were engaged in every possible combination of sexual exercise.
My new buddy, a bear of a man, seeing my stare at the action around me, leaned in for a deep French kiss. As his tongue explored my mouth, his hands explored my body. I moaned as the need for sex, any sex, overtook me. Responding the bear, pushed me back and began kissing down my body, avoiding my hard, dripping cock. I felt him move between my legs gently lifting them to his shoulder, then forcing them back to expose my tight pink, pucker. I saw the lust in his eyes for a brief moment before he dove in to invade me with his tongue. His actions brought a loud, lustful moan from my throat. Taking this as permission, he raised up, and dropped some spit onto my open hole. I heard him drop some lube on the spit before he pushed two fingers into me. In my lust filled mind I humped back on his fingers. Feeling me open to the two fingers he added a third. Using the three, he rotated them until he was satisfied that I was open enough for his thick eight inches. With little ceremony he replaced his fingers with the spongy head of his cock. By now I was begging him to fuck me, fuck me good he did. As his slowly increased his speed I noticed that other, naked, hard men had gathered around us. Each one was pumping on an impressive sized cock in anticipation of joining the scene before them. As the bear increased his speed ready to deliver his load, I pushed back against him to urge him to fill me. He increased his speed, going to new depths into my body. With one last push he unloaded his juices into me, falling onto my body while catching his breath. He softened and pulled out, thanking me for the best fuck. He was not long gone before he was replaced by a huge black guy with what had to be an eleven inches of throbbing man meat. He didn't stand on niceties but pushed right into the bear's load. I felt each inch go to places in my body that had never been touched before. I knew that he must be nearing my stomach with those thick, long strokes of his. He muttered strange words as he fucked and then yelled as his body froze. I felt the cock tremble inside as his load joined the other one.
Two or three others used my worn out hole before our host came down to rescue me. He took me to his private shower. There he had me bend over the sink as he sucked the loads out of me before pushing me into the shower. After a nice, long shower I rejoined the group in the main room. Some guys smirked, obviously knowing that I'd been well used in the basement. I thanked our host, dressed, and left. Once in the car I realized that I had not cum yet and was still very horny. I looked at the clock in the car and saw that it was only 11PM. I had been at the party for less than three hours. I started the car and decided that it was time for me to hit the leather bars and hunt for a hot man with a willing hole to spend the night.
Arriving at the bar, I ordered a drink and stood by the wall watching a pool game. A tall, handsome man with just a hint of grey in his hair came up to me and we talked about the skills of the guys playing pool. I wondered if they were any better in bed than they were playing pool. My new friend took the hint and told me that he thought that he could beat them at that game. He reached down and began to rub my hardening cock. I gently pushed into his hand to let him know that I welcomed his touch. We finished our drinks and he asked me where I lived. I told him about 20 minutes away, across the river. He nodded his approval and we left the bar together.
Once home we made quick work removing each other's cloths and began an all night fuck session in front of the roaring fire in my living room. We ended the night with a final fuck in my queen sized bed. We slept with his 11 inches buried inside my butt. I woke in the morning to feel him slowly moving in and out of my cum filled hole. Morning sex is the best! He spent the day with me. We talked about our lives, our sexual needs, and dreams of the future.
Six months later he still spends a few nights a week at my house. He keeps some spare cloths there so that he can dress for work. I realized that life goes on no matter what I feel. We've talked about our situation and a possible relationship when the right time comes.
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