The Widower's Club Chapter 12
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 twelfth 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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Reaching the basement I opened the door and entered into a warm and humid oasis. Directly in front of me was a decent sized swimming pool with two men slowly working their way up and down its length. Although it had been an almost daily sight for me at grammar school, I hadn't seen a naked arse gliding just below the surface of a pool for many decades. It brought back fond memories. Where did all those years go, eh?
I looked around. To the right there was a sauna and next to it a small pool set into the ground. The sauna door opened and a naked man, all pink and sweaty, emerged, took the couple of steps to the plunge pool and jumped in. This pool was deep enough for him to submerge totally, head and all. As he surfaced he gave a loud shriek and immediately climbed out and looked at me.
"Jeez, that's cold!" he said, then dived into the swimming pool.
The other side of the plunge pool was a cabin with a glass door which was covered in condensation on the inside. This was obviously the steam room. Beyond this was a large spa pool with three men sitting in it relaxing and chatting as it bubbled away. Around the far edge of the swimming pool were eight or nine white plastic reclining chairs, all of which were taken by guys, several of whom appeared to be asleep.
Finally, across the far corner was the entrance to what seemed to be a fairly large area of open showers. I could hear the sound of running water coming from this area, and could see three or four of the shower heads, one of which was being shared by two guys who were massaging each other with soap suds.
I rubbed my hand around the rapidly drying stickiness that covered most of my front and right hand side and my crotch, then brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed the heady aroma of several men's spunk and sweat. Then I licked it off.
"You look as if you've been having fun!"
I looked down and at my feet saw Alan's head appear out of the swimming pool. He put his hands onto the side and hoisted himself out. As he tensed his body to take his weight I couldn't help but be impressed at his muscle tone, and the way he'd looked after himself. How I wished our society had been different back in the day and that we'd been able to enjoy each other's bodies down all the decades from when we were youngsters and physically at our peak. At least things had changed now and we could appreciate these pleasures in old age.
As soon as he was out of the water and next to me Alan got down onto his knees and took my dick into his mouth. I was by now quite flaccid, but still it felt pleasant as he milked me with his lips, working his tongue under my foreskin rolling it round to clean under it.
"That looked too good to waste," he said when he'd finished sucking, still on his knees. He sniffed at my crotch where the tops of my legs met my balls. "And what a beautiful smell." He drew back a little, then worked his tongue into the grooves at the top of my legs and licked there for a few moments. He got to his feet.
"Come down for half an hour's respite?" he asked.
"Yes," I responded. "I've just fucked someone up in the orgy room, and need a while to recover." As soon as I said that, I realised yet again how much my life had changed in just a few weeks. "Fucked". "Orgy room". And all in such a matter of fact way, with no shame. For all I'd been doing, and all that every one of the guys had been doing since they arrived, was to engage in totally natural pleasures. I now understood that it wasn't us who were perverted in any way but rather societies down the generations who'd felt it necessary to prohibit these manly acts, presumably so that the outlet for most men's sexual urges had been channelled solely towards women thereby ensuring children were created and then provided for and hence the human race prospered. But when it came down to it did most men actually prefer sex with each other rather than with women? I'd loved Anne, and we'd had a very close relationship over forty years. But the sex I'd had in the last couple of months surpassed anything the two of us had ever experienced together. Love and lust were clearly two different things, and today I was indulging my lusts.
"I thought a spa or a swim or a sauna would be in order," I continued. "What's the story down here as far as towels are concerned?"
Alan pointed behind me to the door where I'd come in. There was a stack of fluffy white towels on shelves next to it. "Don't need `em while you're down here – it's pretty warm and the whole floor is tiled and well drained – and you just take a clean one when you're done, dry yourself and then put it in the basket before leaving the floor to go back upstairs for more."
Now that I knew how things worked here in the wet zone I went to the shower to get all the bodily secretions off my skin before using the other facilities.
"I'm off into the sauna," said Alan. "Perhaps we'll catch up for a chat when you're clean?" With that we went around opposite ends of the pool, he to the sauna me to the showers.
The shower room was a bit of a Tardis. Although I could only see three or four showerheads from outside, the room opened out into a large square that had more than a dozen spigots altogether. There were five blokes in there, all in various stages of cleaning themselves. Four of the men had paired off and were rubbing soap around each other's bodies.
The fifth, who had entered just before me, pushed the button to start the water, covered his hands in liquid soap from the dispenser and began to rub this on his body, quickly covering himself in a white foam. The man was perfectly built – toned and muscular, and with what I'd come to regard as a `Goldilocks' cock – not too little, but not too big. Although there were loads of free showerheads I went directly to the one this man was using.
"Room under there for two?" I asked. If Alan had started my sexual liberation a month or so earlier, today had seen it reach new heights. Spending time with dozens of naked men, all of whom were there for to indulge in as much sex as they could get, showed me how lustful I could be when I lost my inhibitions.
He stood aside slightly to let me step under the water, rubbed his hand up his stomach to cover it in lather and then wiped it onto me, starting at my belly button and moving South onto my cock. He rubbed around my balls and pulled on my dick as if milking it, drawing the foreskin as far forward as it would come before letting it go then grabbing hold of it again at the top of the shaft and repeating the action.
"Ah!" he said. "A foreskin. I remember those..."
I reached out and began massaging the lather around his body. He took more soap onto his hands and started to cover me in it. Within no time at all we were both completely white and taking part in a fairly tight bear hug, rubbing our cocks together and letting the front of our bodies slide over each other. He kissed me and moved his hand down onto my arse and up into the crack between my buttocks. Very gently he washed between my cheeks, and up and around my anus. I pulled into him more tightly and began to reciprocate. I felt my penis start to chub a little.
For a couple of minutes we worked our hands over each other, washing every fold of our bodies. By now the other four guys had finished their shower and had departed. We broke apart and each stood under separate spigots to rinse off. I couldn't help ogling him – he had a very attractive body. Like almost all the men in the venue he'd got a small tattoo on his buttock – his was of a pair of scales – and his lovely cock was beautifully circumcised.
When I glanced up from taking in the lovely view he was watching me size him up. "I've not seen you here before," he said.
"No," I replied. "Alan's an old friend. He brought me. First time today."
"Ah, you know him, do you? Enjoying it?"
"Amazing."
"Think you'll come again?"
"Try keeping me away," I laughed.
By now we'd both totally rinsed off. His deep tan totally covered his body, and I thought I looked very pale alongside him. Something I resolved I'd rectify once the summer came around.
"Sauna?" He suggested.
"Sounds good," I replied.
"Of course, you'll have to get one of these," he said, pointing to his tattoo. "If you want to be one of the crowd!" And he reached out and grabbed the end of my foreskin. "And lose this, as well!" He let go of me and walked out of the shower room and towards the sauna.
Next to the sauna door there were small towelling squares. The man took one before opening the door and going into the wooden sweatbox. I copied and followed him in, slamming the door behind me. The only other person inside was Alan.
"Hi Martin!" said Alan as the man I'd showered with climbed onto the higher of the two benches to sit next to him. "Haven't seen you for a while."
I climbed up and sat next to Martin.
"Have you met my old school friend, Roger?" Alan asked.
"Not formally," Martin laughed. "We've played with each other's cock, but that's about it!" He turned to me and put out his hand. "Martin," he said.
I took his hand and shook it. "Roger," I responded, amused at how it had seemed perfectly normal to become acquainted with someone's cock but to not know his name. And to have shaken his dick before his hand!
Alan explained how he'd seduced me a few weeks earlier, and that this was my first visit. It turned out that Martin's experience was fairly similar to mine – his wife had died three and a half years earlier, and after a while a neighbour had invited him round for a beer and a takeout which turned into a sleepover.
Unfortunately he's passed on now," Martin continued, "but not before introducing four of us to the club, for which we'll all be grateful for the rest of our lives."
The three of us chatted while we roasted and sweated away, and after a while I brought up the comment Martin had made in the showers – basically that if I wanted to be a proper member of the club I'd have to get a tattoo and lose my foreskin.
"Don't listen to him," said Alan. "There's no obligation to get either done," he laughed. "No club rules apart from the health ones."
"No obligation," replied Martin, "But you have to admit that most do get that tattoo. And eventually nearly all opt to lose their foreskin if they've managed to hang on to it thus far."
"Hmmm. True."
"The tattoo shows you're part of the brotherhood. The secret sign that everyone can recognise if you see it in a locker room or on a nude beach."
From the discussion that followed it became clear, to my surprise, that this wasn't the only Widowers' Club. Over time, as people had moved around, or club members had `initiated' old friends and acquaintances who didn't live locally, clubs had sprung up all over the place. There was no formal structure, but all `chapters' had the same basic rules regarding health and hygiene which meant that if you came across someone with their birth sign tattooed on their arse in a hotel sauna if you were away on business, or in the gym locker room on a cruise ship or wherever, you knew they were up for a good time and that you were safe to exchange your lustful fluids with them. "Most clubs are smaller in membership than this one," said Alan, "and few have the benefit of such a superb location to meet at. Most just get together at people's homes, or in remote secluded locations during the warmer weather."
"I spend as much of the summer as I can at nudist camp sites and on nude beaches," said Martin. "And I've met a fair number of fellow club members in the couple of years since I had my tat done."
Alan also admitted to linking up with someone at a university reunion. "It wasn't someone I'd known when I was a student – we were just using the showers in the gym when we spotted the tell-tale signs – all over tan, shaved pubes and then the clincher, the tattoo. But it's still not compulsory. Don't think it is. Neither is," and at this point Alan pulled his dick forward and with two fingers of his other hand mimed a scissor-like snipping action. He laughed.
I reflected for a moment. "To be fair, since I've been inspecting the male image more closely I do prefer the look of a cut cock. Perhaps I would like to have that look myself." I pulled my foreskin back and looked down on it. I liked what I saw. Then I pulled the foreskin right back tightly against my body as if I was cut very highly. I liked the look of that even more. I'd have a think about it. "And as for the tattoo – I always fancied getting one, to be honest, but Anne was dead against it. Perhaps a small one on my bum wouldn't be a step too far!"
We chatted on the pros and cons of tattoos and circumcision for a short while, but then it got too hot for me and I had to go and throw myself into the plunge pool to cool off. The guy I'd watched jumping into it earlier was right – it was absolutely freezing, and like he'd done I immediately dived into the swimming pool to warm up. It was the first time I'd skinny dipped since I was a teenager when we'd swum naked a couple of times a week at school. I'd forgotten just how much more pleasurable it was to swim with nothing on that to have to wear a costume of any description. How many people went through life without ever experiencing this most natural and simple of pleasures. Society had so much to answer for!
After my swim I sampled the steam room and spa bath before deciding I'd relaxed enough so took another shower before drying off and venturing back upstairs.
I went straight up to the top floor, and directly into the orgy room. It was now late afternoon, only a couple of hours before the Widowers' Club's exclusive session ended, and the orgy room was packed to bursting with sweaty bodies engaged in all manner of sexual activities.
For a few moments I stood quietly against the wall, taking everything in. The sounds – slurping as men sucked on cocks, sighs of enjoyment as guys were pleasured, the slapping sound as blokes vigorously fucked each other and the loud moans of both fuckers and fucked as they approached climax. And then there was that smell – sweat and semen – the unmistakable smell I'd come to love. I really think that any company that could synthesise this aroma would make a fortune. And finally there were the sights. The dimness seemed to emphasise the erotic nature of what was going on – enough light to see what everyone was up to, but no harsh light to show the imperfections of our aging bodies. If I hadn't recovered from my earlier orgasm when I entered the room it didn't take me long to become fully erect once inside this pleasuredome.
Since arriving at Thebes I'd given and received oral sex, and had sampled several men's tasty spunk as a result. I'd engaged in lots of mutual masturbation and had guys deposit their loads over my body. I'd fucked men and earlier had dumped my own load inside someone I wouldn't even recognise when I saw him again. And I'd been pleasantly fucked myself, but early on in the afternoon when guys were trying to preserve their horniness so the man fucking me had pulled out rather than shooting off into me. Now was the time to rectify that, I thought!
I walked over to the lube dispenser on the wall, and took a handful then reached behind me and rubbed it over and up into my anus. Once my hole was slick I took another handful of the slippery liquid and added that inside my chute, lubricating as far up the tunnel as I could manage. I wanted to be sure that whatever ended up inside me was going to slide in easily. Then I began working my fingers into my anus – first the middle one on its own, getting it as far up as I could manage. Once I'd achieved that I added my ring finger and then my index finger to widen up my hole in preparation of what I was sure would follow. Thus prepared I moved over to the raised platform with the plastic mattresses on it and climbed onto it, kneeling with my arse in the air advertising my availability.
I didn't have to wait long! In no time at all I felt a hand exploring my buttocks, both palms rubbing the globes, a thumb exploring the crack and then finally moving down between the lubricated cheeks to find my opening. Gently the thumb pushed its way inside. I relaxed my anus muscles and let the digit enter as far as it could. Once inside it was rotated through 180 degrees so that its pad was over my prostate. The man wiggled it very slightly, but it was sufficient to send a pulse of pleasure through me. I tightened myself around his thumb and emitted a low moan.
With my anus tense around him, the guy withdrew slowly. I tightened as much as I could as he pulled out, experiencing that lovely primal feeling – like taking a dump but with nothing there to come out. As soon as the thumb was removed I felt one of his hands go onto my left buttock, and his dick being rubbed up and down my crack – over my anus, downwards towards my balls then back up again. I relaxed myself again and pushed backwards slightly to encourage him into me. With his cockhead positioned directly against my opening he pushed forward and with no effort he slipped inside me.
For me this was the goldilocks of cocks to be fucked by. It wasn't so large as to be ripping me open, but at the same time it was long enough to get really deep and sufficiently thick to really fill me up. I truly was in heaven and abandoned myself totally to the pleasure of being fucked. And I was being fucked by a master – a steady rhythm maintained as he pulled back as far as he could without slipping out, then pushed back in until his pubic mound was up against my buttocks. Then slowly repeated. And repeated. And repeated.
He moved his hands through my armpits and grabbed hold of each of my shoulders. Then using that grip he started to pull himself more and more into me. I could feel his strength as he did this, and this turned me on more. This was real man sex – sex with a real man. This was what males were made for, I realised. As he pulled me back onto himself I pushed backwards as powerfully as I could to ensure that as much of his cock as was physically possible went inside me.
As we got into synch he began to quicken his pace – not radically, just a slow acceleration which took the pleasure we were having and bit by bit ratcheted it to a higher level. In the humid atmosphere I was soon sweating profusely, and beginning to pant somewhat with the exertion. The steady acceleration continued, and I felt his body start to slap against mine with each thrust, making the vigorous fucking sound that's unmistakable to anyone who's heard it up close.
I began to cry out with each of his thrusts as his cock pulled back a couple of inches and then shot back up to fill my insides. By each cry was one of total pleasure not of pain.
"I'm going to shoot," my unknown fucker panted, then pulled me into him tightly and stopped thrusting. "Arrrrgh!" I felt his cock grow larger inside me, and his body twitch as he started to cum. He gave a series of mini thrusts, just a tightening up his body really, and with each one gave out a loud yell as he pumped more spunk into me.
After half a dozen or so jerks he became still, and let his body rest on my back. He leaned forward and licked, then gently nibbled my ear.
"That was fucking amazing," he whispered. "We must do this again soon."
I felt the same. I'd only got about a month's experience of being fucked, and you could count the number of men who'd had their dicks inside my arse on one hand, but this was definitely the best seeing to I'd had so far. I turned my head a little, searched his mouth with mine and kissed him.
"Definitely", I responded. "Don't leave before I've given you my email."
"Will do," he said, and rubbed my buttock with his hand. He then pulled his softening cock out of me, and even with all the activity going on around us I heard a distinct `plop' as it made its final exit.
"See you later", he said and left me kneeling on the bed, his spunk dripping out of my arse, down the gap between my hole and balls, and onto my scrotum. It felt like there was a lot dripping out.
I remained kneeling, hoping that someone else would come along and do the same all over again. I didn't have to wait long. Whoever fucked me next must have been standing beside us watching the show, because it couldn't have been more than thirty seconds before he was up behind me and using the semen I'd recently been donated to help his own cock into my chute.
It was another decent sized cock, and warmed up as I was I began pushing back and forth as soon as he was inside me to establish a rhythm that kept my prostate singing with joy. I reached behind and grabbed his buttocks to pull him into me as deeply as he could get, all the time pumping away. It didn't take long before he was growling and shooting his load.
I let go of him and placed my hands in front of myself to take my weight. He kept pumping away vigorously, sliding in and out with ease on the lubrication provided by gel and now two lots of cum. After a while he must have finished ejaculating, but he didn't stop thrusting. As he continued to pump away I could feel the secretions inside me becoming a bit thicker, and more rivers of man juice spilling down over my ball sack.
He pumped away for a good minute or two after he'd cum, his cock remaining rock hard and well able to satisfy my prostate's needs. Then he pulled out, gasped "Thanks, mate", and left.
Following on from that I was fucked a further seven times. After the fifth time my knees were getting a bit sore, so I turned onto my back and enjoyed fucking two guys while looking into their eyes and kissing them. I don't know whether this made me some sort of cum slut, but I really felt that I was just engaging in the sort of activity that most men would love were they able to discard their inhibitions. By this time the insides of my buttocks were covered with the slime of many men, and when I reached onto the plastic mattress underneath me there was a distinct pool of semen. I pulled my hand through it then brought it to my mouth and licked it off. Nectar!
By the time my ninth partner had dumped inside me I was exhausted, and I must admit was getting a little sore around the arse. I lifted myself off the bed and made my way, very unsteadily, back down to the wet area to clean myself up. Despite a little tenderness I loved the sloppy feeling around my arse and the insides of my buttocks, especially knowing that it was most made up of men juice.
The spa area was pretty empty as men made the most of the last hour or so upstairs, and I was the only person in the showers. Before cleaning myself down I covered both palms in the semen that had leaked out of me and now covered my bum and the insides of my legs, and rubbed it all over me. It felt deliciously naughty.