The Widowers Club Chapter 15
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 fifteenth 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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One of the revelations of my newfound sexual liberation was the discovery of how erotic I find grunge. Within reason, of course. Nothing too extreme, but a well stained jockstrap, or the scent of recently generated sweat and testosterone and semen, or the messy stickiness of spilt sexual juices, they all turn me on. And in the months since Alan had seduced me I'd come to accept that this was as it was, and was something to enjoy rather than supress and deny.
In our post-orgasmic haze Miles and I had ended up spooning each other – he facing away from me whilst I put my arm over his body and cuddled him. The warm closeness of a good friend with whom I'd just had sex was intoxicating and as I drifted in and out of consciousness my hand moved gently over Miles's smooth chest, massaging into his skin the semen he'd shot all over himself as I'd fucked him. At first it was fairly viscous, but as I continued to rub it turned sticky. I pulled him closer, and my soft cock slipped naturally between his buttocks, sliding easily into the groove on the film of lubrication and my own spunk which coated them. I began to gyrate my bum, gently grinding my pubic area into his backside. I wasn't getting hard – not this quickly after such a tumultuous orgasm – but the sensation of my bare, newly circumcised cockhead slipping about on the soft and slimy skin of Miles's arse was gorgeous. I moved my head to his shoulders and licked his skin, for which I was rewarded with a lovely salty taste of him.
"That feels nice," he whispered.
"Hmmm," I responded. "You're very messy..."
"Isn't it beautiful?' A slight pause, then "what is it about being covered in cum that's so enticing?"
We lay there for a few minutes, me continuing to massage his front and to rub myself against his rear while he just breathed deeply and emitted the occasional sighs of pleasure. The room was full of heavy breathing as the other couples slept soundly following their exertions.
"I need a pee," I whispered into Miles's ear. I'd been trying to resist the urge so as not to spoil the moment, but I could ignore the feeling no longer.
"And I need a drink," he replied. "Let's get cleaned up and go and check out the bar."
We broke our embrace and Miles swung himself round and off the bed, and started to make his way to the bathroom. I got up and followed him, finding it impossible not to stare at the coating of sexual slime on his bum cheeks and the top of his legs. Just as erotic as the sight of this was the very way in which he walked, totally naturally, as if this were a completely normal thing. I suppose in our world it was.
The large bathroom had four sinks and four shower heads. Miles headed straight into the communal shower area, but before he could turn on the water I came up behind him and slipped my hand between his buttocks, rubbing the juices around with the flat of my hand.
He gave out another sigh.
I continued to rub back and forth, then began to probe his anus with my thumb. Lubricated as it was, and after having recently received a good seeing to from me, he was very receptive and my thumb slipped inside effortlessly. I reached around to his cock and gave it a bit of a squeeze, and as soon as I did so I sensed it swelling a little and then felt my hand becoming wet as a warm liquid started to flow over it. He was pissing on me!
I was desperate to go myself and so with one hand still holding his cock and getting covered in his warm stream, and the other between his arse cheeks with my thumb in his anus, I just relaxed and let my own piss flow. All over his back. As I peed the warm liquid funnelled its way between his butt cheeks and thence down onto my wrist.
We both clearly had full bladders, and we continued peeing for quite a while. Miles finished before me and I sensed the liquid that covered my hand and lower arm becoming colder as his flow ended. When I finished I withdrew my thumb from his arse then used the coating of piss that had seeped past my wrist and between his buttocks to start cleaning away the remains of our fucking.
"Jeez," I said as we turned to face each other. "Where did that come from?"
Miles just laughed. "I'm not sure. But it was fun, wasn't it?"
He turned on the shower and then quickly stood away from the flow of water, putting his hand under the stream to test the temperature. I did the same with the shower next to the one he'd chosen, and as soon as they'd come up to temperature we each stood beneath our own showerheads and began the process of getting clean. Once wet, and using copious amounts of shower gel from the dispenser on the wall, we got closer and each gave the other a good lathering. Then we united in a tight embrace, face to face, and rubbed our soapy bodies together. As my skin slid over his, and our penises rubbed together, I slid my hand between Miles's bum crack and fondled the inside of his cheeks. I loved the feeling of his firm roundness – at sixty-something Miles had a really cute arse. Forty or fifty years earlier I'm sure he'd have been to die for.
Having both had titanic orgasms only a short while earlier this interlude wasn't as lustful as it would've been an hour or so before – there were no erections for either of us nor the need to sublimate a desperate urge to shoot our loads – but the experience was beautiful nonetheless, not least because we were each sharing an intimate moment with someone we were really fond of.
Once dry we dressed, both of us in teeshirt and shorts, and made our way to the bar. Alan was already there, having a drink with one of the older men in the group, a white haired gentleman. We joined them. For the next hour, to the casual viewer, our group could have been any men's organisation which had gone travelling together – a male voice choir on tour, perhaps, or a masonic lodge at an international conference even – with all of our other companions slowly drifting into the bar in pairs. Conversation ranged as widely and innocently as they would do in any public bar – there was no mention of the fact that a short while earlier every one of the men who entered the room had been naked and having sex with another man. I reflected on the casual normality of it all, and found I liked it.
In due course we had another drink, then dinner, then a few more drinks, then retired to our bungalows. When we got there we found that all the beds had all been turned down, and the lights dimmed and given an orange hue with a fluttering effect which made it appear like the large room was lit by candles. The atmosphere it created was so sensuous. We were the second couple to get back to the bedroom – one pair were already fucking the hell out of each other when we entered the room.
"Now that looks like a good idea", Miles said, putting his hand on my bum and giving it a rub.
"What d'you fancy?" I asked. One of the really delicious things about my sexual liberation was the discovery of how many options there are for man on man erotic pleasure.
Miles started to undress. "Let's just get into bed and see where things take us." In no time at all he was totally naked – he'd only been wearing sandals, a teeshirt and shorts with no underwear, so there was very little to divest himself of.
I kicked off my sandals, then undid the button on my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. I'd also opted to be naked underneath, something I was doing quite regularly now as I really enjoyed the feel of my newly circumcised cock rubbing against the material of my shorts, so within seconds I was standing there wearing only a smile and a white teeshirt. Having had a couple of hours respite since our pre-prandial session I was now ready for more action and my dick sprang to life to broadcast this fact.
Miles took hold of my penis and gave it a squeeze. "Someone's happy," he laughed.
I quickly pulled my teeshirt over my head, then leaned in towards Miles and gave him a kiss. As we snogged he let go of my cock, put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him so that the fronts of our bodies were touching, our dicks rubbing together. We continued to enjoy our embrace for a few minutes, our hands wandering around each other's backs and shoulders and bums, all the while our cocks getting harder as we did so. One thing I've found I really like about having sex with other men is the sense of their power and strength. Although Miles has quite a slight build and is several inches shorter than me he has superb musculature and gently grabbing at his skin on his lower back and buttocks really turned me on.
Eventually Miles turned my back towards the bed and pushed me down onto it. I fell backwards onto the mattress and he flopped down next to me, where we resumed our kissing and caressing. The evening was very warm, so there was no need to cover ourselves and we just lay on top of the bed running the palms of our hands over each other's naked skin which was beginning to perspire a little. Each of us focused on the other's backside, and I ran my all over Miles's bum – starting where it met his back, softly exploring down between his buttocks then returning up to start again via the lovely roundness where his bum joined the top of his legs, alternatively on the right side and then the left. He did pretty much the same to me, and we pushed our bodies into the other, slowly and rhythmically grinding our now stiff dicks together. In the heat of the room our bodies both became sweaty very quickly.
After a while I pulled back from our kiss and repositioned myself so that I could suck Miles. I lay across the bed, with my head facing down his body so that he also had oral access to my own dick. With the tip of my tongue I explored Miles's cock – licking around the head then down the shaft to his pubic mound and back again. I felt my own penis get engulfed by Miles's mouth – his warm wetness forcing a groan into the back of my throat. I licked down the length of his dick again, but this time continued further to explore between his ball sack and the top of his legs. Although we'd showered only a few hours earlier there was still a beautiful, delicate, musk down there and I breathed in deeply as I continued to lick. I flattened my tongue and lapped at the wrinkly underside of his scrotum. Like the whole of his pubic region it was exceptionally smooth – almost all of the men on the trip had paid a visit to Doug in the week before, and Miles had been waxed only a couple of days earlier. I looped my tongue back up onto his pubic mound through the gap between his legs and began to lick between his cock and his belly button, occasionally curling my tongue around the base of his penis when I returned back down his body.
All the while Miles continue to give me a good solid sucking, the inside of his cheeks vacuuming against my cock while his tongue wrapped itself around my glans. He located my circumcision scar and gently outlined it with the tip of his tongue which took me to a new height of stimulation which was part physical – the feeling was sensational – and part psychological – I was so happy with my new cut cock that the very thought of it being worshiped in the way was a real turn on.
As I licked away all around Miles's pubic region I examined his cock closely. He'd been cut as a baby, and quite high, and there was a distinct change in colour at the place where he'd been circumcised – from the cut to the tip was somewhat lighter than from the cut back down to his body. But apart from this there was no visible scar – just the change of skin tone. I opened my mouth and took him in, and then began to replicate what he was doing to me, at the same time massaging his backside with my right hand.
We fell into a synchronous rhythm, both of us generating oceans of warm wet saliva which we distributed liberally around the other's cock. Our actions replicated each other so much that it almost felt to me like I was really sucking myself. Over a few short months I think I'd developed into a very skilled sucker of cocks – not too much pressure but not too little, plenty of saliva to lubricate the experience, lots of exploration with the tip of my tongue all around the dick being sucked – and as I worked on Miles I thought about how only men, and specifically men who liked having their cocks sucked, could really understand the requirements well enough to suck another guy to paradise. Fortunately Miles appeared to be one such man, and over the next quarter of an hour or so we worshiped each other's penises in a way that brought us to the edge, kept us there for a while, and then allowed arousal to slip back a little to prolong the ecstasy. From time to time I tasted Mile's seminal fluid in my mouth, and sensed that I too was leaking into his. It was a taste I'd first experience less than half a year earlier, but was now one of my favourite flavours.
Eventually the desire to spend ourselves became too much, and as we reached the edge for a final time both of us started to thrust more vigorously to indicate to the other their need. Miles moved his upper leg over my body and hooked it around me a little as if in a wrestling match. I put my hand onto his bum and felt how it was tightening up as we moved towards orgasm. I put my own leg over his back and started to move my crotch vigorously in and out towards him, fucking his face hard. The taste of Miles's precum flooded my mouth and took me past the point of no return. Clenching my buttocks hard together I started to come hard in Miles's mouth. He loosened the grip of his lips around my cock and allowed me to thrust more easily into him as I spent my squirts of seed into him. Within seconds he was there too and I felt the warmth of his ejaculation fill my mouth. I held it there, breathing through my nose, and with my tongue began to coat his cock with it. As I moved my tongue around his cock he continued to spasm and more cum filled my mouth.
I'd stopped squirting, but Miles continued to suck my dick – now very gently which meant it was deliciously bearable and as I came down from my orgasm I didn't feel the need to pull away. Miles thrusted into me a couple of more times and then himself stopped, which led me to slacken my hold on his cock too.
As soon as we'd both come to rest I moved position so that we were face to face, and we kissed. We'd both kept each other's cum in our mouths, so as we kissed we were able to share this. The idea of mixing my own semen, which I'd shot into my mate's mouth, with his, which he'd shot into mine, I found incredibly erotic and my tongue ventured deep inside Miles's mouth so that I could search out more of the cum.