The Widower's Club Chapter 11
This is a story about man on man sex. If this offends you please do not read further. Otherwise please enjoy this story which is the eleventh chapter of a longer piece about mature widowers who take care of each other's needs. Thanks to those of you who took the trouble to email me a few line of encouragement for earlier chapters – such notes are the lifeblood of any author! I'd be very interested to receive your feedback and suggestions for future chapters. My email is zlatyblbec@yahoo.com
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I found a water fountain at the end of the corridor and took a long and refreshing drink, then set about exploring the rest of Thebes.
I don't know how many club members had turned out for the monthly event, but there were naked and erect elderly gentlemen everywhere. I was sporting a huge erection myself, but to be honest I was surprised to find that almost everyone on the premises was in the same state of arousal as I was. Quite a few were wearing cock rings to assist their tumescence, and I'm sure that many of those who weren't had taken advantage of a little blue pill prior to the session. However the various hard-ons were achieved, though, it was clear that everyone prowling the corridors of the venue was up for sexual activity of one kind or another.
After my exertions in the cinema I was very sweaty, and rubbed my palm across my chest to enjoy the sensual feel of it sliding around my slick skin. As other men passed me they'd often either grab my hard cock and give it a good squeeze, or rub their own hands over my back or bum. Normally it was just a quick and silent contact in passing as someone proceeded onwards to whatever delight was next on their agenda, but occasionally the person doing the groping would mutter something like "Lovely cock!", or "Nice arse!" The thought that other guys were find me a turn-on really excited me. Pretty quickly I realised that this grabbing and stroking was normal behaviour for the venue, so got into the swing of things and did the same myself when I passed someone I found attractive. No one seemed to mind at all. But then, we were all there for the same reason, weren't we?
I'd used a paper towel to give my cock a quick wipe after fucking the guy in the cinema, but I hadn't done around my own arsehole which had been very well lubed by the bloke who'd fucked me. This meant that as I explored level one my butt cheeks were sliding together with each step I made. It almost felt as if cum had leaked out of my arse and coated my crack despite the fact that I knew the guy who'd fucked me hadn't ejaculated, preferring to save himself for further encounters. This slippiness around my arse felt really pleasurable, and I exaggerated my gait ever so slightly to heighten the sensation. Occasionally I'd pass someone whose hand would slip between my buttocks and finding me well slicked up would probe my arse with his finger.
The next room I entered was the smaller of the two cinemas, which was in the room next to the water fountain. This one didn't have tiered seating, just a couple of rows each with two large leather sofas in them. The first thing that hit me as I went through the door was the aroma. There were half a dozen or so men in there, and the room had a strong odour of male sweat. Not the unpleasant smell of someone who'd been engaged in physical labour and hadn't taken a shower for days, but rather the heady smell of a group of men who'd all arrived clean but had worked up an erotic sweat through intense sexual activity. Added to that beautiful scent was the distinct smell of semen. Whether this was recently spilt or the result of years of activity in the room I couldn't be sure. Regardless, the smell excited me and my cock stiffened further.
No one, as far as I could tell, was watching the movie on the screen that covered one of the walls. Two of the men were facing each other, kissing and wanking each other's cocks. Another couple were 69ing – one lying on top of the other head to toe on one of the sofas. Remembering Alan's comment that if guys were getting it on in public they didn't mind an audience I went and stood next to them to get a closer look. The guy on top was literally fucking the face of the man who was lying on his back. Accompanied by slurping sounds from both of them, the top guy's arse was gently lifting up and down as he moved his dick into his partner's mouth and possibly down his throat. In the light of the TV screen the man's skin glistened with perspiration and a tiny pool of moisture had collected in the small of his back. I reached out and put the palm of my hand into the body-warm puddle and began to massage it all around his smooth back. Then I raised my hand to my nose to enjoy the smell of this hunk of a man. I returned to his back for more and when my hand was wet through from his sweat I massaged it into my own cock and balls. Returning my hand to his body once more I continued to distribute his sweat all over him, moving my palm across his firm butt cheeks and eventually down the crack between them. He'd also been lubricated down there, and my hand slid easily between his legs and to his anus. All the while he didn't flinch or change at all the rhythm with which he was pushing his cock into the other man's mouth, nor was there any noticeable difference in the sound that was coming from his own mouth as he sucked the guy below him.
I explored further down between his legs, reaching his smooth ball sack. I rested my hand lightly on this and let his own up and down movement draw it back and forth across my fingers. Cradling his balls in my palm I began to explore his anus with my thumb, at first circling around it then little by little working it into the hole. I could feel the muscles around his arse flexing as I moved deeper, and in no time at all my thumb was as far inside him as I could get it. I then started to rotate it very slightly, and to close my thumb into my palm a little to press down on his prostate. George had thumb-fucked me in this way on one of our sleepovers, and it had felt like heaven. I hoped it'd do the same for this man who I'd never met before.
I continued massaging inside him for what must have been a couple of minutes, and then I felt his arse began to tighten around my thumb. I strengthened my movements, flexing the joint and moving in and out a little, exerting a bit more pressure as I dragged the ball of my thumb across his prostate. Suddenly his bum cheeks tightened, his anus clamped around my thumb like a vice, and he let out a huge roar as he came into the mouth of the man underneath him. He pulsed seven or eight times, gave a big sigh, and then took the dick of the guy lying underneath him back into his mouth and continued sucking. I slowly withdrew my thumb and left them to it.
The next room down the corridor contained a sling hanging from the ceiling which was occupied by a chubby man. He was being vigorously fucked by another large guy while he sucked off a third. A thrill ran through me. It wasn't because I was attracted to the men in this room – they were all a little on the large size for me. It was at the thought that these men were probably very ordinary and respectable men who despite everything that society had taught them down the decades had become so liberated in their old age that they could now engage their natural lusts in this totally uninhibited way without any embarrassment at likeminded guys looking on. They were just men who were doing what came naturally with other blokes. If only the whole of society could be this honest with itself, I thought. Imagine growing up in an environment where you could have this sort of fun with your mates. My dick continued to throb as I moved on down the corridor.
As I approached the next threshold I could hear a sound that I hadn't heard in many decades – at least not in real life. Still unmistakable after all these years was the swishing sound of a cane on its passage through the air, followed by the thwack as it hit someone's backside, finished off with an immediate muted groan at the pain of the blow. I popped my head through the opening and discovered what had been made to look like a torture chamber. Against the far wall were a couple of large wooden `X' frames with leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Between them was a bed covered with a plastic mattress which also had restraints at various points around it, plus half a dozen ropes hanging from its frame. Neither the frames nor the bed were occupied.
There were half a dozen men in the room, however. Two were standing in line behind each other, hands on their heads. Two more were standing close to one of the walls, hands also on their heads. Another was bent over an old fashioned vaulting horse and standing behind him was the only other person in the room, who was holding a cane. I looked across at the two guys who were facing the wall. Each of them had six well defined welts cut across their buttocks. The man who was lying across the vaulting horse had two, but as I entered the cane came down across them once more and a third stripe appeared on his backside. He groaned and rotated the middle of his torso slightly, reacting to the pain he was feeling. During my early high school days I'd not been a stranger to the cane – three or four strokes across my bum every couple of weeks had been pretty par for the course from the age of eleven when I first went to grammar school until I started to grow up and calmed down at around fifteen – but all my canings had been cushioned by the fairly heavy school trousers and reasonably thick underpants we all wore in those days. Those punishments had been painful enough, I remembered. Getting a whacking on your bare arse like this must be on another level altogether, I thought.
"Join the queue. Hands on head. No talking." The man with the cane sensed my arrival and spoke crisply in a no-nonsense voice without turning round. He looked a good ten to fifteen years older than me, and the manner in which he was directing the situation suggested he could have been a schoolmaster from the good old days who was reliving past glories. Certainly the way he spoke was very similar to the deputy headmaster who'd been responsible for `guidance' as it was euphemistically called at our school. I decided that I didn't want to take a trip down memory lane, at least not today, so I exited the room pretty smartish.
Having explored what the first level had to offer I left via the heavy doors at the end of the passageway and made my way up to the second level. The lights seemed dimmer still on this floor, and the temperature a little warmer, although these perceptions could both have resulted from the stairwell being much lighter and somewhat cooler.
Entering through fire door I was faced with a wall and had to turn to my left to move further onto the floor. A couple of metres along there was an opening off to the right with a few steps that were illuminated by very dim strip lighting. A small man with a large erect cock was descending the steps as I passed, and liking what I saw I grabbed his dick and gave it a quick tug. It was very slippery, but from what I thought was saliva rather than the venue-supplied lubrication. I moved my hand up onto his smooth pubic mound and redistributed some of the spit around it. My cock twitched. Over the few weeks since I'd been seduced by Alan I'd really got to love the feel of hairless skin, especially around the intimate parts, both on my own body and other men's.
Just past the steps four or five guys were turned to the wall at regular intervals. When I got closer I could see that at the height of their heads there were holes in the wall, and that each opening had a dick sticking through it which was being serviced by the men standing against the wall. This, clearly, was the Suckatorium. I walked slowly past the line of men who were sucking the cocks, taking time to give each one's dick a good feel and to caress each arse as I moved along. As expected everyone was waxed smooth both around their pubic mound and through their arse cracks to their anuses. All of them were erect, and as I played with them I rubbed my body against them which made my cock even harder than it was. All these smooth naked bodies. I was like a kid being let loose in a candy store!
I found the very variety of the bodies I had to play with exciting in itself. I was surprised to discover that smaller cocks turned me on just as much as decent sized ones. For manual handling, in fact, I probably found little dicks more stimulating to work with than very large ones. One or two of the guys felt behind themselves to grab my own dick, and the one at the far end stopped sucking the prick that was poking through the hole, dropped to his knees and took my own penis into his mouth.
As his mouth engulfed me I felt a wonderful wet warmth and a thrill spread throughout my body. I turned slightly so that I was able to stroke the top of his bald head and at the same time take into my own mouth the penis he'd just given up. As this dick entered my mouth it was already totally coated with saliva from the guy who was now connected to mine. I closed my lips around the organ and let my mouth glide up and down on it, savouring the taste of someone else's saliva mixed with pre-cum.
At the same time I was being treated to the best blow job I'd ever received. The man giving it had clamped his jaws around my dick and was skilfully sucking it in and out of his mouth. As he worked on me I could feel a warm wetness, his tongue caressing my knob, pushing it into his cheeks and then the amazing feeling as he clamped his jaw down a little more tightly and pulled back slightly as he dragged my cock across his smooth gums. I was being sucked off by a guy with no teeth! And the experience was exquisite! It was like the best bits of fucking someone and being wanked and being sucked all at the same time. It was hard to concentrate on the person I was servicing, such was the pleasure I was receiving. I reached my hand through the hole and stroked the balls of the man I was sucking. He groaned with pleasure and I gave them a gentle squeeze. He pushed his crotch forward against the wall, and his whole package, cock and balls, came through the hole. I made my mouth water a little so I could add my own saliva to the coating already on the cock and began distributing up and down the organ, using my tongue to spread it all the way to where the shaft joined his body, then continuing on to lick his balls. He began to groan a little more loudly and I took his prick back into my mouth. I was just in time for him to thrust forward a couple of times, let out a deep moan and unload himself into my mouth. I kept a gentle pressure on his cock as he jerked back and forth half a dozen times, each time depositing more semen into my mouth and groaning at each shot. Then he withdrew his dick and pulled back from the hole.
I was left with a mouthful of cum, and was now so turned on that I was on the point of shooting myself, which I didn't want to do yet. So I grabbed the ears of the old guy who was sucking me and gently pulled him off my dick. He stood and I pulled his head to mine to give him a kiss. He instinctively worked out what was going on and locked his mouth onto my own cum-filled one. As soon as our lips were docked onto each other I pushed a little of the semen into his mouth. When he tasted the load I had his tongue moved between my lips and began dipping into the pool of cum I was doing my best not to swallow. He put his arms around me and pulled me tightly towards him then we began to rub our sweat covered bodies together as we allowed the kiss to develop further. Both of our dicks were rock hard, and as we rubbed against each other I felt that if I wasn't careful I could easily shoot my load all over him. I moved my hands around his shoulders, down his back and onto his buttocks. He took his mouth away from mine.
"What a delightful taste," he said in a very cultured voice.
I felt his throat move as he swallowed the load we'd shared, and I did the same with what remained in my mouth. I wondered if the man I was embracing had any idea whose semen we were sharing. I certainly didn't, yet somehow that just made it all the more exciting. We pulled together again and continued to kiss for a couple of minutes. Running my tongue across his bare gums was a new and sensual experience for me. I'd never thought about this before, and normally considered the idea of someone having no teeth a bit gross, but this guy had given me an unbelievable blow job and I now found that being teethless added a new and interesting variation to kissing as well.
"Perhaps we'll catch up later, old son" he said to me as he pulled away. "I wouldn't mind taking your load." He tapped me on the backside a couple of times, then turned and walked off towards the door to the stairwell.
I took a deep breath and looked around. There were six holes in the Suckatorium, and four of them were currently occupied. I decided to move on and made my way down the passage.
At the end I had to turn sharply to my right, and as I went round the corner most of the light seemed to disappear. Taking very tiny steps, and with my hand held out in front of me, I moved further into unknown territory. A couple of yards in my hand detected a wall, and I explored all around me until I found an opening off to my right, through which I continued. As I moved more deeply into this section of the venue, which I quickly realised was the blackout maze Alan had spoken about, the tiny amount of residual light that was being shared from the passageway disappeared and I was in total blackness. I could tell I was not alone, though. All around me I could detect the sounds of guys – men breathing heavily, men sucking, men moaning in pleasure. I moved on slowly with my arm extended and after only a few more yards my hand came up against skin. In total darkness I began to explore the body I'd touched.
I began by gently reaching out at around the level of my own head. I felt a shoulder blade and moved my hand into the middle of his back then worked it down towards his backside. On reaching his bum I discovered that he was already in an embrace with someone else who had a hand clasped around each of his buttocks. I ran my own hands over the top of those that were holding the backside, and leaned forward and kissed the back of the guy in front of me. He tasted salty, and I licked his back a little to get a bit more of his flavour before deciding to carry on deeper into the maze. The route through it wasn't that wide, so as I made my way past the men I had to turn sideways and couldn't avoid rubbing up against them, my erect penis wiping itself across their bodies.
I spent a while working my way slowly through the darkness of the maze, all the time coming across men – singles, couples and groups – enjoying each other's bodies. Some activity was taking place in almost complete silence apart from a little heavy breathing. Other men were more noisy, especially when they went past the point of no return and shot their loads. There appeared to be no taboo on just ejaculating as and when and where the mood took people. As I rubbed myself up against a couple who were noisily wanking each other to move past them one of them went over the edge and let out a loud groan before shooting a huge amount of his juice all over my belly, chest and arm. I was surprised by the extent to which this turned me on and that I was happy to just continue navigating the maze with his cum dripping off me. Around the next corner I literally bumped into a very solid man who was moving in the opposite direction to me. He put his hand flat on my torso.
"Cum", he said quietly as his palm detected the unmistakably sticky juices that had been squirted onto me a few moments earlier. He rubbed his hand around my belly, spreading the semen all over me – up to my nipples and then down onto my pubic mound and all over my dick. "Hummm. Essence of man!" He removed his hand, and in the darkness I heard him licking it. "Lovely!" he said before moving past me and continuing on his way.
I took a deep breath. I was beginning to feel so turned on that I was going to have to shoot my load – or at least my first load – pretty soon. I rubbed my own hand around my body, feeling the stickiness of the semen that covered me. I raised my hand to my nose and inhaled the heady scent once again. Was this really happening to me? Surely this sort of thing had only happened during the wildest excesses of the Roman Empire?!
Eventually the maze opened out into a somewhat lighter area. I think that if I'd entered this room directly from the stairwell it would've seemed very dark, but after the total blackout of the maze my eyes were able to see clearly what was going on. And quite a lot was going on, for I had found the orgy room.
It consisted of a flat area of about four metres square that was totally covered by thick plastic mattresses – a bit like you'd have in a children's soft play area. In the dim light I could make out about a dozen men who were enjoying each other in this room. Like so much of the venue the chamber reeked of the smell of man – sweat, testosterone, spunk. And, with so many men fucking each other in such close confines it felt very clammy. It was also quite noisy as all inhibitions had been abandoned in here in favour of grunts and moans and cries of "Oh Fuck!" and "Yes" and "Harder" and so on.
I dropped onto my hands and knees and began moving around the various groups. One guy was lying on his back with his legs in the air while another man pumped noisily away at him. I knelt next to them for a few moments and could feel through the mattress the strength and power as the top ploughed into the bottom.
On the other side of me a slight man was being fucked doggy-style while the person servicing him reached around and wanked him off, all the time producing a loud slapping noise as the two bodies smacked against each other with their thrusts. I rested my hand very gently on the arse of the man doing the fucking, and let it share in the pulsating movement as he worked his way vigorously towards what his moans were telling me was an imminent orgasm. It was amazing to feel his buttocks tighten and a loud roar come from his mouth as he began to shoot his load into the man in front. He pumped five or six times, then stopped and laid his stomach across the back of the man he'd just filled full of semen. For a few moments he panted to get his breath back, then pulled his dick out with a deliciously vulgar slurp.
"You have a go, mate," he said, turning to me. "He's well lubricated. I'm his third, apparently..."
My heart began to beat more quickly. My penis was so hard it was almost painful and I knew that it was time for me to come. I'd never fucked anyone who was already full of cum, so of course I didn't need to be asked twice. I positioned myself behind the guy who'd just been fucked and leaned forward. My dick just slid in. The feeling was delicious. The hole was already well open, and was full of what the three other guys had already deposited, which made the perfect lubricant. I began to rock backwards and forwards, my dick slurping as it moved in and out, warm juices from inside the man's tunnel working their way out around my penis and coating it all the way down to where the shaft met the body.
I tried to go slowly to enjoy the moment and savour the new experience of using other men's cum to lubricate my fucking but the urge to get to orgasm was too great. After a couple of minutes at most of thrusting I could feel I was approaching the point of no return so instead of trying to prolong things I started to pump more vigorously and ejaculated with what seemed to be exceptional force and certainly a great deal of noise. As I started to shoot I could feel semen – both my own and other men's – working its way between my dick and the man's anus, and dripping onto me. I continued spasming for six or seven thrusts, then stopped and gave a huge sigh. For a moment I stayed still, and then I pulled backwards bringing a huge amount of spunk with me.
I tapped the person I'd fucked on the back, and left the orgy room. This was the great thing about the Widowers Club. I'd just had a really good fuck. And I assume that the person I'd fucked had enjoyed it as well. But we didn't need to hang around and make smalltalk. Or to whisper sweet nothings. We'd engaged in our lusts and now that episode was over. As I left the room my place had already been taken by someone else...
It was time for a shower so I found my way back to the stairwell and descended the flights down to the wet part of the venue in the basement. I didn't wipe myself before going down the stairs, but instead took a delight in making the journey covered in cum so everyone I passed could see what I'd been up to. In the lighter areas I looked down and could see that my cock was slick with a white foam and that much of my body was sticky and covered in drying semen. I was still semi erect, and my foreskin was fully retracted, making it appear that I was cut. A couple of men couldn't resist giving my dick a tug as we passed on the stairs, the second pulling my prepuce down to cover the head of my slowly deflating penis, wiping off some of the white film that covered my prick as he did so and licking it off his fingers. Having just orgasmed for a while my thoughts weren't quite so lustful as they'd been a few minutes earlier, so I moved on to find the showers.