The Widower's Club Chapter 13
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 thirteenth 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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A couple of months earlier I'd been anticipating a fairly miserable winter. Home alone during the long dark nights for the first time in 40 odd years with only the weekly Rotary Club meeting, Thursday night band practice and the occasional invitation to dinner to provide a bit of company.
How wrong could I have been?
Once my old friend Alan had seduced me and introduced me to the world of man on man sex I'd spent far more nights in a shared bed than I'd slept alone. And I'd made a whole load of new friends who were in a similar situation to myself – many through the `Widowers Club' that met monthly at Thebes, an upmarket gay spa at the other end of the county, and a few more as friends of friends who liked sharing intimate times with other men.
My second visit to Thebes had been as enjoyable as the first. More so, in fact, as second time around I knew the ropes and the layout of the place so spent less time exploring the venue and more time engaged in what I was now honest enough to know and admit I enjoyed – fucking and being fucked, sucking and being sucked. I also bumped into a couple of members of my Rotary Club and together as a threesome we redefined the notion of `fellowship'!
By the time I left Thebes for the second time I knew that I'd found a group of likeminded men with whom I truly belonged, and that for the rest of my life I'd never be lonely again. On the drive home, in the euphoria which followed another amazing semen-filled afternoon, I made a couple of decisions. In line with most members of the club I would get my zodiac sign – the two fishes of Pisces – tattooed on my right butt cheek and also, like almost all the men I'd met since Alan introduced me to my new life, I'd get myself circumcised.
"Are you sure?", asked Alan when I declared this to him while we were waiting at the lights to get onto the ring road.
"About what? The tat or the cut?"
"Both." He replied. "Either. Once you'd had either of them done there's no going back, you know. Don't you think you ought to wait a bit?"
"No," I said in a very definite voice, accelerating away once the lights turned green. "I've been thinking about it for weeks, and this afternoon's finally made my mind up. Despite not telling anyone, especially Anne, I've always been turned on by tasteful and carefully placed tattoos, and looking at those tats on the guys' arses really gets my juices flowing. And I like the idea of subtly advertising my membership of the club in a way that only other members will recognise. Who knows what that'll lead to!" I found the possibility of unexpectedly meeting other members of `the club' very exciting.
"True." Alan put his hand on my thigh and gave it a little rub. "Any if you really regret it there's always laser treatment to get it off, I suppose. But getting cut's another thing altogether. Quite a step. No going back from that one." I sensed him turn to look at me although I kept my eyes on the road. "A few months ago I bet you'd never even considered it. Don't you think you need to leave it a while?"
"Nope!" I was adamant. "I think I've seen enough cocks, and felt enough of them, and sucked enough of them, and had enough of them up my arse over the last couple of months to know which I prefer. Sure, most of the guys I've had sex with have been cut, but that just emphasises it to me. I don't want time to experience a wider range of uncut men just to make really sure. To be frank about it, I'm really turned off by foreskins and don't like sucking men who have them. Especially really long ones."
"Anteaters", laughed Alan.
"Exactly! I know that the few guys in the club who haven't been circumcised keep themselves scrupulously clean under the hood, just like I've always done, but I still prefer a clean cut – the look, the feel, the taste. And I wonder how many guys feel the same about me – that they avoid sucking me off just because of my `overhang'?"
We continued the conversation over dinner at Alan's place and for a while he played devil's advocate, outlining all the potential downsides of both the tat and the cut. But he couldn't dissuade me, and once he knew my mind was firmly set on doing both he went to his study and hunted out a card for a local tattoo artist who'd done his scorpion a few years earlier.
"It's the one that most of the guys I know have used," he told me as he handed it over. "He's good, and meticulously clean which is really important." He smiled. "And by now he's used to old guys coming in and getting their zodiac sign inked onto their butt!"
I laughed. "Will it hurt?"
"Not that much. It's probably the least painful place to get inked – very little bone about which makes the difference, I understand." He reflected for a few moments. "So if that's your tat sorted, how about Skyping a few of the guys who've been cut in the last year or so. You know, to get their thoughts and recommendations".
As Alan had been a member of the club for several years he was well placed to know who had joined recently, and which of them had gone and had themselves circumcised in the last year or so. We gave four of them a call, and each of them was quite forthright in their views – get it done as soon as possible, and get cut as high and as tightly as you can.
"What did they mean by a `high and tight cut'?" I asked Alan once we'd finished ringing round.
"It's reckoned that you want the skin to be really tight when you're hard – it stops the shaft skin moving when you're at it which in turn means all the stimulation comes from your dick rubbing against whatever it's being brushed against be it a tongue, mouth, arse, cunt or whatever. Your foreskin will be gone, so you'll no longer have that skin flapping back and forth over the head of your cock, but if you're cut too loosely some of the shaft skin could bunch up and behave in a similar way. There's a surgical technique for achieving tightness, and a specialist like the one they've all recommended can give you that. He can also make the cut in such a way that the scar is well back from the glans so that your head is always clear and proud. Most guys I know think that looks by far and away the most attractive."
Alan went to a few porn sites online, searched out various examples, and showed me what he meant.
"I'd get on to them tomorrow and get booked in as soon as you can if I were you", Alan advised. "You're going to have to be celibate for best part of a month after the op, so best for that to be while you're away with your family over Christmas."
I hadn't thought about that, but it made good sense. For over a fortnight I'd be staying with one or other my kids, so wouldn't be getting intimate with anyone during that time regardless. What better than to use that time for my cut to be healing?
"Right!" said Alan. "Now that that's all settled, how about bed?"
We tidied up a little and rinsed out our wine glasses, then moved through into his bedroom. Alan dimmed the lights and we undressed each other, sharing a hug and a kiss as we did so. There was real affection in the kiss and the embrace, unlike the many we'd both had during the lusty session at Thebes earlier on. Despite only having connected with the gay side of my being a few months earlier it now seemed completely normal to get this close and intimate with someone you had deep and longstanding affection for. In many ways, I suppose, I loved Alan. Not in an exclusive, possessive way, but we clearly felt for each other on a much deeper level than mere friendship, and our intimacy took itself to another level as a result of it.
Both of us were totally spent sexually after our afternoon exertions at Thebes. But it was really lovely to just lie naked next to each other in his big bed, having a cuddle and talking about our exploits.
"What really turns me on about what we all get up to is the timelessness of it", I said as we lay there under the covers.
"How d'you mean?"
I turned onto my side to face him, and linked my leg over his, enjoying the feeling as my soft dick rubbed against his naked thigh.
"Nothing, really, that we did this afternoon depended on modern technology. At least not the nitty gritty. I know that over times societies have had very differing views on men having sex with each other, but leaving that aside and assuming an accepting environment, everything we did today could have been done and enjoyed at any time in the history of mankind."
Alan put his hand on my bum and began to caress it. "Hmmm", he murmured.
"Think about it – what did the modern world give us today? Lube? A warm building? Showers? All those were available thousands of years ago. And men still had cocks back then. And balls full of spunk. And, I bet, the urge to spill it in the sort of atmosphere we were in today."
"Never really thought about it like that."
"It's something that really turns me on," I said. "Sometimes, when I'm being fucked, I close my eyes and imagine that I'm back in the ancient world – a Roman bath house for example – and that what we're taking part in is happening all around the city in different buildings, and all over the empire."
Alan chuckled.
"Or Classical Greece – that we've all been watching fit young athletes compete naked against each other and all the old men have retired indoors to spend the lust they've build up through ogling those lithe young bodies."
Alan's hand slipped between my buttocks and his finger pressed very gently on my anus. Then he began describing circles around it with the soft pad on his fingertip.
"Or perhaps taking part in a sacred tribal ritual in some tropical paradise where all the men have travelled to an island where women aren't allowed to spend days fucking each other."
We discussed my fantasies for a short while as Alan continued to caress me, but over time we drifted off to sleep.
First thing the following morning I phoned the clinic that had been recommended by everybody and was a bit surprised but absolutely delighted to find they could fit me in the following Monday – before the rush caused by the upcoming school holidays, the receptionist told me. They recommended that I brought someone along with me who could ensure that I got home safely – although I wasn't going to be given a general anaesthetic driving oneself after surgery wasn't looked on as ideal. Alan was listening in on the conversation and immediately volunteered himself as my chauffeur.
I was emailed a sheet of very candid instructions regarding how I should prepare for what they described as `the procedure'. It was a requirement that my pubic region was completely free of hair, and they strongly recommended waxing rather than shaving on the grounds that although the initial removal of hair by waxing was more painful you wouldn't get the itchy stubble during regrowth which would commence during the circumcision healing period. I was due a visit to Doug anyway, so that was no problem for me – I'd just bring it forward a few days. The sheet also recommended that patients should ejaculate as many times as possible during the 24 hours prior to the operation to reduce the chance of erections in the immediate post-operative period. Alan immediately volunteered to assist me with the latter!
Hence Alan turned up at my place quite early on the Sunday afternoon. The door was hardly closed behind him before he was pulling down the thin running shorts, which were all I was wearing, and grabbing at my cock.
"No time to lose," he said. "Eighteen hours' time and you'll be in the clinic." He wrapped his fingers around my foreskin and pulled it forward. "Twenty hours and this thing'll be gone forever!" He started wanking me. "So I've got to make you cum a least half a dozen times before leave in the morning!"
"Not sure I'll be able to manage that," I said.
"Just leave it to me," he replied, and with that he stripped off totally there in my hallway and pulled me towards him in a tight hug, our two erecting penises rubbing together.
He ground his crotch against mine, and I felt our dicks becoming fully hard. His hands slipped behind me and he placed a palm on each of my buttocks and began to massage them slowly and gently. At that point it just seemed totally natural for me to kiss him, so I planted my lips onto his. His mouth opened slightly, and I moved my tongue inside and began to explore his teeth. He found the tip of my tongue with his own and for a few moments we rubbed them against each other.
Then he broke away. We stood looking at each other, both of us totally erect, his penis starting to dribble pre-cum. Alan bent down to his trousers and took out his phone.
"We've got to take lots of photos," he said. "To record the change – this time tomorrow you'll no longer have a foreskin, so let's get some images of what you looked like when you did."
He held up his phone and there was a click as the moment was recorded for posterity.
"Sideways" he said.
I turned sideways and put my hands on my hips. There was another click. Then Alan moved much closer and took a photo of my cock and balls. He then took hold of my cock, pulled the foreskin back so that it was resting just behind the glans and clicked the phone again.
"Pull the foreskin back as far as it'll go and hold it," he said. "That'll be similar to what you're going to look like in a month's time. It'll be interesting to see the contrast."
I did what he asked and he took another couple of photos, then reached over and placed his phone on the hall table. "So, what do you think first – do you want me to suck you, or toss you off? Or what?"
I smiled. "I thought I'd fuck you first. While I'm still totally horny so I'll be really hard."
"I was hoping you'd say that," he replied, and with that grabbed hold of my rigid cock and holding it fast in his fist led me through the hallway and into the bedroom. "I want you to really fill me full of spunk while those big balls of yours are still full."
I'd prepared the room in advance, so the large lube dispenser was on the top of the bedside cabinet. Alan went straight to it, squirted a big glob of it into his palm and began lubricating his arse end with it. I spread out some old towels on the bed – the ones I'd designated as my `fucking towels' once I'd begun my sexual adventures – and then squirted some lube into my own hand and slicked it up and down my ramrod stiff cock.
"How d'you want me?" Alan asked.
"On your back, ankles on my shoulders." This was my favourite position for fucking Alan. I could see his face and easily reach down to play with his cock while I fucked him. And I'd found that this position maximised stimulation of his prostate which meant that sometimes he shot his load without either of us doing any direct stimulation his cock.
Alan took up position on his back, raised his legs into the air and held them in place with his hands. I climbed onto the bed and crawled into place, and he lowered his legs onto either side of my neck. I reached down and rubbed my finger around his hole which was slippery from the copious amount of lube Alan had pushed in and around it. I slid my finger in, palm facing upwards, and gently searched with my finger tip for his prostate. I now knew what I was searching for, but if I hadn't Alan's quiet gasp as I reached it would've given it away.
"Nice?"
"Hmmmmmm"
I played around for a while, applying a little upwards pressure, sliding forward as I far as my finger would go and then withdrawing back to where I'd started and releasing the pressure. Then I pulled my finger out totally, only to return with a pair – my middle and ring fingers – and worked them around his chute to make his opening a little wider.
All the time I was becoming more and more worked up, and could almost feel the semen screaming at my body for release. I withdrew my fingers and further coated my cock with the copious amount of lube that remained on them. Then I moved forward a few inches, positioned the head of my cock against Alan's hole and pushed gently. I felt his anus envelope my cockhead and suck it in. I leaned forward to help this process, and almost immediately I found that I'd slipped totally inside so that my smooth pubic mound was almost touching Alan's perineum. I began to move in and out very slowly. Alan liked both fucking and being fucked, and was a very skilled bottom. He clenched and relaxed his anal muscles in synch with my thrusting which drove spasms of pleasure through my cock.
We fucked gently for a few minutes. From time to time I'd lean forward and kiss Alan, and he would occasionally move his legs off my shoulders and wrap then across my back, drawing me closer into him such that we were almost welded together. Normally we'd take it nice and slow, building to a mutual orgasm further down the track. But this afternoon was to be different.
Alan moved his legs back onto my shoulders and pushed his arse towards me a little to encourage me to thrust deeply and then pull right back until I'd almost popped out. "Fuck me as hard and as quickly as you can," he panted. "It's not about saving yourself today." Another deep breath. "Today you've got to cum quickly and cum often. Don't think about me – I can cum later. Just look after yourself."
To be honest I didn't need any encouragement. I was bursting to climax so followed Alan's instructions and began to build speed in my thrusts. It only took a further minute or so until I felt myself pass the point of no return, and when I did I let out a tremendous yell as I felt the first of my squirts shoot out of my cock. I trembled with the intensity of the orgasm, but kept on pumping my prick up and down Alan's hole, feeling more spunk jetting out of its end.
After half a dozen or so squirts I came back down to earth and stopped thrusting. I just kept my dick inside his arse and tightened my buttock muscles as I willed the last few drops of spunk to leave my urethra. Then I relaxed, and for a short while didn't move. As Alan breathed I felt his body move against my balls – very slippery and coating my sac with lube and, I assumed, my semen.
I gave a deep breath, then pulled back and dragged my softening dick out of Alan. It finally left his anus with a distinct `plop', and I looked down to see it followed by a stream of white liquid which flowed down the cleft between his buttocks and onto the towel.
"Wow!" I said, somewhat breathlessly.
"That was very nice," replied Alan.
His cock was still very hard, and I reached down to play with it. He put his hand over mine and gently moved it away.
"Not yet", he said. "You've got to come lots more times – we've got to milk you dry. I want to be horny for the whole of that process so that I can encourage you when you think you've had enough."
He reached between his legs, took a load of my spunk onto his fingers, and then began to wipe it all around my penis. Combined with the lube that already coated my cock it made a lovely slippery feeling, and although I needed some more time to get hard the experience was very pleasurable. With his other hand Alan pulled my shaft skin back as far as it'd go, releasing my cockhead completely, then he began to wank me using the slime on his hands as lube. It felt delicious.
After a while, whilst my cock was still soft and covered in semen and stuff, Alan wiped his hands then grabbed his camera and took some more photos of my cock – close ups only this time with the foreskin almost covering the whole head and the white fluid of our fucking nestled in the opening. Then, as I got completely soft and the foreskin closed over the head he took a final photo of my overhang. I'd looked down on that as I'd peed or wanked forever. Within less than a day it was going to be gone.
I was surprised at how relatively painless the procedure was, at least once the local anaesthetic had been injected into my dick. Far more painful, at least as far as my recollection was concerned, had been my vasectomy a few decades earlier when the injections had been into my balls. Even the tattoo I'd had engraved onto my bum the end of the same week seemed a little more painful than my circumcision – the opposite of what I'd expected. But in the event neither were much to write home about. Everything went like a dream. I followed to the letter the aftercare advice of both the surgeon and the tattoo artist, and was pleased to find that the healing of both took less time than I'd anticipated. And I was able to resist the urge to scratch my tattoo as it healed, so the end result is really pleasing (at least in my opinion).
Christmas came and went.
I went to my daughter's six days after getting cut, and by then things were already beginning to settle down. I spent Christmas with her family, and then moved on to my son and his family for New Year. I'd opted to pay the little extra for surgical glue rather than have stitches, so was spared the itching around the sutures that I'd read many men experienced. The wound was sufficiently healed to allow me to remove the bandage around the end of my dick prior to departing on my travels. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror each morning I was delighted to see how well things were progressing, and took daily photographs of the process which I posted on an adult circumcision site to encourage anyone out there who was thinking about getting cut but worried about how difficult the process might be. When the day came for me to return home I was as horny as I'd ever been since when I was a teenager and one year tried to give up wanking for Lent (I lasted a mere two weeks!). Waking up with a rock hard cock on the morning of my departure I knew it was time to give myself some relief. I didn't pleasure myself there and then, however. I just took a photo of my stiff prick for the archive and promised myself an afternoon of pleasure when I got back to the privacy of my own place.
As I set off from my son's house for the four hour drive I turned the central heating up remotely using the app on my phone so that the house would be very toasty when I arrived home. The first thing I did when I got back was to go around the house drawing all the curtains and then, safe from any potential prying eyes, I stripped naked. It had been good spending time with my children and grandchildren, but I'd missed the body freedom that staying with them had entailed. I'd only been `liberated' for a few months, but already I was spending much of my time naked and loving the feeling of air passing over my whole skin. For the first time in a couple of weeks I could now spend time naked again without worrying about being disturbed.
I took a the lube dispenser out of the bedside cabinet and placed it on top. Then I selected a suitable gay porn DVD – a group of mature friends meeting up at one of their houses and having a lusty foursome - put it to play on the TV in the bedroom and lay down on the bed. By the time the video started I was already very hard. I ran my fingers gently up and down the shaft of my penis and looked closely at it. The wound appeared to be completely healed. The surgeon had done a great job – with a rock hard erection the skin was totally tight, but didn't pull on the head at all. He'd got the cut just right. The head was deep purple, the first inch or so of the shaft was pink and the rest a dark brown. Just looking at it was a real turn on for me, and clear fluid began to seep from the slit at the tip of my cock and run down over the vein on the shaft. I got up and went into the ensuite to get a full body view. In the mirror I took in the side profile. I was delighted. I know it wouldn't be true, but it almost seemed as if I'd added an extra inch from what I remembered from before. I gently rubbed the precum around the head of my cock and returned to the bed.
I was surprised to find that I could give myself a reasonable amount of pleasure without the assistance of lube – just gently running the tips of my fingers over the head and shaft gave me a very pleasant feeling, and as I explored around the scar line I experienced a new sensation altogether. Although I hadn't ejaculated for several weeks I was still determined to enjoy the pleasure of my first cut wank as much as possible, and so instead of quickly bringing myself to orgasm to relieve the tension I edged myself slowly, caressing my new penis as softly as I could.
Then I reached over to the bedside cabinet and squirted a huge helping of lube into my hand. I returned to my cock and wrapped my slick palm around it. Without lube the feeling had been excellent. Now it was exceptional. Keeping my hand almost still, the throbbing of my knob caused enough movement in and out of my fist to make me quiver. I couldn't stop myself from groaning. I squeezed a little and my pleasure heightened. I reached across and squirted some more lube onto my hand, then rubbed it all over my cock and balls. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the sensations as I let my hand glide all over my pubic area – my balls, between my legs, all the way up the shaft of my cock and around what now felt like an extra-large head of my penis.
I played stop and start for ages – bringing myself to the very edge of shooting and then taking a deep breath and stopping dead to prevent climax. I got up off the bed once more and again went into the bathroom to take another look at the new me. I was really pleased by what I saw – a rock hard cock, elevated slightly above the horizontal, glistening with lashings of lube and precum. I felt butterflies fluttering around my stomach and almost shot there and then. I turned sideways and looked approvingly at the two fishes on my right buttock, then refocused and took in the whole view of the new me – tattoo and circumcised penis. The next meeting of the Widowers Club at Thebes was the following Wednesday, and I couldn't wait to go and show off my new body there.
But now I needed instant relief. I returned to lie on the bed and began playing with myself once more. I toyed with the idea of phoning Alan to invite him over, but in the end couldn't wait. I gave my shaft a firm but gentle grip and then started sliding my slippery hand up and down again. I didn't last much longer. As I approached my orgasm the feeling that engulfed my whole body became incredibly intense. I'd been wanking for over 50 years, but this was something new, something different and much more pleasurable than I'd ever known when taking care of myself before. With no foreskin to pull over the head of my cock my palm just slid all the way from the bottom of the shaft and over the glans, giving me direct stimulation of this most sensitive of places. I'd tried to achieve the effect in the past by pulling my foreskin all the way back, but it had always worked its way forward as I approached climax. Now there was no longer any overhang there to give that effect.
My pace quickened and I started to breath heavily. I felt the distinct feelings of my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. My legs began to stiffen, my toes to curl. I pumped more and more quickly, and started to moan loudly. Then I came. A huge blast of the semen that had been fermenting in my balls for over almost three weeks erupted from my cock slit with such force that it hit me in the face. I groaned and kept on pumping. A second squirt followed with only marginally less force, reaching my throat and engulfing the top of my chest. I continued to slide my palm quickly up and down my knob, squeezing the head each time I got to that point. Spunk continued to ooze out of the piss slit – not with as much force after the first three or four jets had been thrown onto me – but I obviously had very full balls that needed to be emptied. It seemed like I was coming for ages, but in reality it was probably well less than a minute.
Eventually my dick began to soften and become very sensitive, and I stopped moving my hand. For I while I just lay there, too exhausted even to wipe the cum that had hit my face and was now slowly working its way down my cheek. I stuck out my tongue to intercept the stream and took some of the distinctive tasting fluid into my mouth. The back of my hand was coated in cum where the final few drops had dribbled out of my cock, and my forearm was pretty covered from jets earlier on during the orgasm. I licked the spunk from the back of my hand, then rubbed what had landed on my torso across my belly and my nipples and chest. Then I just lay there, totally spent.
When I woke up it was threequarters of an hour later. The video was still playing on the TV – the four men were partnered off and were fucking as couples on the bed next to each other. I reached for the phone and invited Alan over for the evening.