The Widower's Club Chapter 17
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 seventeenth 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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...When we'd both fully shot our loads Mark collapsed on top of me and we lay there exhausted for several minutes. At some point during that time I felt his cock slip out of me and a few seconds later his load dribble out of my arse and down towards my buttocks. I kissed him and he responded passionately.
"Fuck!" He whispered. "Fuck!"
"Yes, that's what they call it, I believe!" I laughed.
We lay together for another few minutes, he rubbing his hand into the pools of spunk which covered my torso, me reaching down and rubbing lube and his semen all around my anus, under my balls and between my buttocks. Then we moved into my double ensuite shower to get cleaned up.
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Once we'd both got ourselves completely wet I pulled Mark into the centre of the shower between the two heads, turned him away from me, took a bar of soap and began rubbing it all over him.
"That feels lovely", he whispered as I pushed my body into him, reached my hand around to his chest and started to soap his front. With my right hand I soaped his chest, then dragged the bar down onto his belly as my left rubbed his nipples and in between them, working up a creamy lather.
I moved further south, taking the soap between his legs, under his balls and then back up onto his dick. He groaned softly. I leant forward and kissed him gently on his neck, then retreated a little and started to lather his back. I began at his shoulders, moved down his spine to the small of his back then let the bar of soap slip between his buttocks. Once I knew his skin had been sufficiently covered I reached out and put the soap on the rack, then began caressing his slippery back with both hands.
I love the way your hands flow so sensually across bare soapy skin – it didn't take long before the whole of his back was white with lather, and then I slid my hands gently down onto his bum. He had a lovely muscular tightness in his cheeks, and as I massaged them I could feel him flexing them. Soon my hands slipped naturally down into his arse crack and I started to rub all the way under him to his balls, then back across to his anus which I probed a little with my fingers.
I reached around to grab his cock and began to wash it, pushing my body hard against him as I did so, rubbing my front against his slippery rear, my dick sliding from side to side across his arse, gently sliding in and out of the crevice between his cheeks as I moved across him.
He groaned very lightly. "Your turn", I said, dropping my hold and turning to face away from him so that he could reciprocate.
The first thing he did was to rub his slippery front against my back – there was no need for more soap as he was totally lathered up by now. He moved his hand down between my buttocks and his fingers gently probed my hole as I'd done his. I relaxed as he rubbed and after a few seconds I felt one of his fingers trying to work its way inside. I pushed down a little and this was enough to allow his finger to slide easily into me, assisted by the remains of the lube we'd put in earlier and the cum he'd recently deposited inside me.
"That's nice", I said, rocking back and forth a bit. Then I clenched the muscles around my anus and felt his finger slip out.
He moved his hand round to my front, and showed me the semen that had dripped out onto his palm. "I must have shot quite a load", he said.
I pulled his arm down and turned his palm into my crotch, then I pushed it onto my dick and balls and rubbed his spunk over them. I let go of his hand but he continued to massage me, my cock starting to become slightly aroused again as he did so. I pushed back and rubbed my backside against his prick and felt him stiffening a little too. I raised my head and as I did he kissed my neck as I'd done his.
"No regrets?" I asked.
"Not at all. It's been fun."
"Good. But now I'm parched and desperate for a cup of tea!"
I turned round, pecked him on the lips, then moved back under the stream of the shower to get rid of the lather and the semen and the lube. Mark moved under the other shower head and began rinsing his body too. My eyes remained fixed on him as he did this, confirming my view that he really did have a stunning body for a sixty-something.
Once we'd dried off I led him, both of us still naked, through into the main living area and put the kettle on.
"I didn't expect this when I woke up this morning" he said, leaning against the kitchen bench and unselfconsciously rubbing his hand over his bare skin.
I just looked at him and smiled.
He continued to caress himself. "It's an amazing feeling, isn't it? You know, being naked."
I smiled. "It is that."
"Who'd have known that just a few doors away you were hanging out starkers!"
"A year ago it'd have come as just as much of a shock to me", I laughed. It's odd, but although I'd lived alone for more than six months before Alan seduced me I'd never wandered around naked. Such a simple thing to do, and so pleasurable, but I'd never been minded to try it. I'd missed out on a whole summer of body freedom. "Now I'm really looking forward to the spring and the summer so I can spend more time in the garden `au naturel'".
I poured the tea and we moved into the conservatory. "Just put your towel over the chair before you sit down", I told him. "Naked etiquette", I winked.
We sat side by side, looking out into the garden, as we drank our tea. The sky was cloudless and the spring sunshine had warmed the conservatory to a very pleasant temperature.
"I could get used to this," Mark said. He crossed his legs, and his balls and cock lifted a little to sit comfortably across his thigh. "Thank you."
"Thank you", I replied. "I really enjoyed being fucked by you." Being able to refer to what we'd been up to openly and in very direct language was another turn on of my new life. Anne had been a bit of a prude, to be honest, and although she appeared to enjoy our occasional sex wouldn't discuss the actual act even in `polite' language. I loved the way the men I was intimate with treated what we did so naturally. "You've got a lovely cock."
"Thanks." He reached over and gave mine a gentle tug. "So do you."
"And you're welcome over here whenever you need a bit of relief." I felt my dick begin to grow at the thought of enjoying Mark's body further.
He sensed this and grasped my cock a little more firmly, wrapping his fingers around it and moving them slowly up and down. For a short while I closed my eyes, put my head back, opened my legs more widely and let him play with me. When I opened my eyes and looked over at him I could see that he too was erect again.
I put my hand on top of his, and stopped his rubbing. Then I stood up. "Let's go outside." Still holding his hand I reached out with my other and slid the door open, then led him out into the garden. While it wasn't as warm as in the conservatory it wasn't at all cold. We took the few steps across the patio onto the lawn, then continued across the grass to the top of the garden which was now bathed in sunshine.
A very gentle and warming breeze caressed our bodies and I felt my dick becoming fully erect as I luxuriated in the sensation. I'd really gotten to love the feeling of walking around with an erection and the thrill of doing this outside just intensified the experience. I looked down at Mark's crotch and saw it was affecting him in a similar manner.
"It's nice, this, isn't it?"
Mark just responded with a murmur of agreement from the back of his throat.
By now we were at the very top of the garden, and I turned us round to look back at the house. The cul-de-sac was mostly pensioners' bungalows, so with single storey houses on both sides and a high hedge all around the boundary we were in total privacy despite neighbours' gardens to the left and right. I turned to him and kissed him, drawing our bodies close together. I felt his hardness against me and put my hands on his bum, pulled him closer and began rubbing my dick from side to side against him.
He put his arms around me and grabbed my buttocks. The strength of his caress was a real turn on. We kissed for a while as we rubbed ourselves against each other, and then I drew away and fell onto my knees to take his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips over two or three inches and then sucked slowly up and down his shaft, especially sucking his lovely mushroom head where his glans flared out beyond his shaft. I love sucking cocks like this where a man was circumcised as a baby allowing their penis head to grow totally unencumbered by a foreskin. I grasped his buttocks with both hands and pulled him towards me more tightly as I sucked his shaft with my cheeks, probed the slit of his penis with my tongue and sensed the sweet taste of seminal fluid as it flooded out of the end of his cock.
Presently Mark pulled his dick out of my mouth and moved down onto his knees as well. He pulled me close and we engaged in a long kiss, his tongue searching out mine and engaging with me in a gentle battle of tips. His cock, wet and a little slimy from being in my mouth, rubbed against me and we frotted for a short while until he pushed me slowly down so that we ended up lying on the ground, still holding each other close and kissing as we rolled on grass which hadn't completely freed itself of morning dew.
Mark now took the initiative and repositioned himself so that he was lying on top of me, head to toe, his cock in my face and his head positioned over my crotch. And we did what practically every man would naturally do finding themselves naked in that position – we took each other's dicks into our mouths and began to pleasure ourselves. At first Mark bore his weight on his arms and moved his backside up and down, face-fucking me, his own mouth anchored over my cock. Then, bit by bit he lowered himself down onto me until he was resting his body on top of me. He was not a heavy man, and his weight was easy to bear, but it was enough to give me a bit of a thrill as his skin covered me totally and moved about gently as we continued to suck each other.
We lay like this giving each other oral pleasure for ages, eventually Mark slipping off me as we both moved onto our sides. Our heads moved back and forth as we sucked, each of our cocks now well coated in the other's saliva and both of us making low moaning sounds from the back of our throats. The taste of Mark's pre-cum suddenly intensified, and I felt his bum start to tighten and the pace of his thrusting increase. It was clear what this meant. The sense of my partner on the brink of orgasm really turns me on and if I've been well worked on it's almost always enough to make me shoot my load. Which I now did, thrusting my own hips forward and back several times in rapid succession as I felt my whole body tingle and spunk shoot out of my cock.
Immediately my mouth was filled with the taste of Mark's cum as he dumped his own load, and for a few seconds we engaged in an almost crushing embrace as we tightened our arms and legs around each other in our orgasmic frensy. Then we stopped, breathless and spent. And broke apart and lay on our backs, panting heavily and staring at the sky.
I don't know about Mark, but my mouth was full of cum and as I lay back I savoured it. Presently my arm reached out and with my hand I found his softening penis, wet and slimy from a mixture of my spit and his semen.
Mark reached out a played with my dick as well, just gently rubbing the wetness up and down the shaft and into the grove between the shaft and the head, a sensation I'd grown to really love since being cut.
"Thank you very much for today," said Mark. "I haven't had any sex apart from wanking for years. Sharing someone's body has been lovely."
"You feel ok?" The elephant in the corner of the garden was his wife, of course. It wouldn't be long now before she returned from the day centre.
For a while Mark didn't answer. "Almost fifty years ago I took vows to be faithful. And I never played around. Do you think I've let Penny down, enjoying what we've done this morning?"
I thought for a while. "I think there's a huge difference between what we've been up to and what you'd call infidelity," I said. For a few moments I was quiet as I reflected. "Why were those vows put there in the first place? Probably because the ancients needed to make sure men stayed around to support their wives and the kids they'd sired, and not desert them." I pushed myself up onto one elbow and faced Mark. "No one could accuse you of deserting Penny."
"It's hard." I sensed a lot of emotion in his voice. "It's hard to admit, but in so many ways Penny died several years ago. She's living and breathing and eating and sleeping, but she's an empty shell.' He took a deep breath. "I still couldn't bring myself to go with another woman, but I miss intimacy – sexual intimacy – so much. So is going with another man different?"
"I reckon it is," I replied. "You surely can't be expected to become a monk." I reflected for a while. "I think you could even qualify as an honorary member of the Widowers Club. It might even help you in caring for Penny."