The Widower's Club Chapter 7
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 seventh 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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"Just let me get myself sorted then we'll get cracking," said Doug as he picked up a remote control from off the shelf. He pointed the device at the windows, pressed a button and the glass darkened. Then he turned and pointed it at a white square on the wall. The lights dimmed down, developed a yellowy-red hue and shimmered as if the room was being lit by candles. Finally he pointed the remote at an open-fronted cabinet in the corner that housed what looked like hi-fi equipment, and I started to make out the sound of waves lapping on the shore, very gently in the background. "I love technology!" Doug smiled.
In the end we'd each had a couple of cups of green tea as we sat naked in a pair of comfy chairs by the kitchen window looking out over his expansive garden. A few weeks earlier I'd never have imagined sitting in the nude with someone and having a conversation as if nothing was odd about it – just two old guys getting to know one another, but as naked as the day they were born. Perhaps it's because when you really think about it there should be nothing at all odd – when it comes down to it our naked state is much more natural than our obsession with being clothed more often than not. In a sensible world we'd only wear clothing for protection and warmth. If the whole world operated in that way there'd be a lot less sex crime I reckon.
I'd found quite a bit out about Doug during our chat. He was old enough to have done National Service, and as soon as he came out of the army he'd gone to work for a stockbroker in the City. He'd made a packet over several decades, but in the end the stress had taken its toll and when his wife was killed in a car accident he'd called it a day and spent quite some time travelling the world. During this trip he'd "discovered himself" – his own words – at an all-male commune in a remote part of Australia. There he'd connected with his gay side, which he says he'd known was there since he hit puberty but he'd up until then worked hard to repress, and learnt about massage.
When he returned to England he'd taken a diploma in massage therapy at a nearby Polytechnic, sold his property in London, and moved down to our part of the world where he'd built his house and set up a niche business offering massage and intimate waxing to men. He didn't really need the money so he could be very picky about who he had as clients – he was very open about the fact that he did it for sexual kicks rather than financial gain.
"Ok, if you go an lie down on your front, over there on the bed, we can begin." Doug pointed at the large mattress over the far side of the room. "For a sensual massage it's much more suitable than the traditional massage table."
I did as I'd been instructed. There was a huge fluffy towel covering the bed – to prevent oil from staining the mattress I assumed. I lay down on it. It was very soft and felt really comfortable. I wasn't sure what to do with my cock – I knew I was going to get hard during the massage (at least I hoped I would), so didn't know whether it would be best to have it pointing south between my legs, or north and tucked under my belly. In the end I chose the former.
"That's right," said Doug. "Make yourself comfortable." He brought a tray over to the bed and put it down on the floor by the side. "The oil I've chosen for us contains ginseng, yohimbine and maca in an almond oil base. All delicately blended together to heighten our sexual desires."
I noticed how Doug was referring to our experience rather than just to mine, as I assumed a professional masseur would normally approach the activity. But Doug had openly admitted to me how he became sexually aroused every time he performed a massage – even non-sexual sports massages – and that all of his select bunch of clients valued that shared intimacy.
Doug knelt down beside me. "Ok, I'm about to start. If I do anything you're not happy with, or which hurts, or makes you uncomfortable, let me know straight away. Otherwise I'm assuming there's nowhere on your body that's out of bounds?"
I confirmed that there wasn't by way of a soft "Hummmm..."
"Ok – just float away and enjoy." With those words Doug picked up his oil and drizzled some into the middle of my back.
It was warm, which I didn't expect, and had a scent of lavender to it. Doug laid his hands in the middle of the oil, then used both of them to draw it across and onto my right buttock. As he did this I felt some of the warm liquid spill down the crevice between my two cheeks and make its way onwards to my anus. Now hairless down there, and with warm oil seeping into the crack, the feeling was very pleasant and I couldn't resist flexing my buttocks a little to help to oil to spread itself around the area. One of Doug's hands stayed on the top of my bum and made gentle circles while the other moved over the crest and continued down my leg, behind my knee and right down to my ankle. He then brought the hand back up the leg, stopping when the heel of his palm reached the bottom of my bum cheek. He repeated this several times, each time moving his hand further over onto the inside of my leg for the return journey. Eventually his left hand was moving totally up the inside of my leg and when he then got to the top his hand continued upwards, passing gently over my anus where he applied the lightest of pressure with the tip of his middle finger as he passed over it.
Keeping one hand anchored lightly in the small of my back Doug worked his way on his knees around me until he was on the other side of my body, and then proceeded to repeat the process down my left leg and buttock. The feeling of Doug's hands sliding up and down my legs and bum was beginning to turn me on, and when he passed his fingertip over my anus again I couldn't help letting out a soft groan.
Doug then moved my legs open slightly more widely and repositioned himself so that he was kneeling between my legs. He took the oil again and this time he drizzled some directly down my butt crack. Then, with a hand on each buttock he opened my arse up gently and moved his hands apart until they slipped off my skin and my butt cheeks sprang back into place. He did this several times, on each iteration spreading my buttocks wider. Then, holding my cheeks wide apart, he let his thumbs slide down into the valley and make rings around my anus. The feeling was electric. Suddenly I felt a little more pressure, and one of his thumbs slipped inside me. It went in very easily, partly because of the copious amount of oil which had found its way down there, and partly because I'd become used to having things up my arse during the preceding week and I was now well practiced in how to open myself up to receive an offering. With his thumb still inside me he rotated his hand through threequarters of a circle, which delivered a sensation I hadn't experienced before. Then, with the rest of his fingers rubbing my scrotum he started to bend his thumb slightly, massaging my prostate.
"Ahhhh!" I couldn't help exclaiming as the waves of pleasure ran through me.
"Nice?" Doug kept up the gentle pulsing on my prostate for ages – I was lost in a heaven of such delight so I couldn't be sure for how long – always maintaining the same tempo, always taking it steady.
After a while he pulled his thumb out of my anus very slowly. As it travelled millimetre by tantalising millimetre down my tunnel the anticipation of it finally being expelled and then the feeling of my anus closing around where he had been was wonderful. A proper paradox – exquisite to have something up inside you, but an equally beautiful feeling when it's finally pushed out.
With his left hand continuing to rub my backside he leaned forward to reach for more oil. As he did so I felt the weight of his penis side very gently up and down the crack of my backside, assisted by the covering of oil that had dripped down the cheeks or had been rubbed there by him. Doug took the oil container, poured another large puddle onto my back and set the oil down beside him. He leaned forward and began to massage me with both hands. He started with the lower back and as his hands gently rubbed in the oil I could just feel the tip of his cock touching my buttocks, first one side then the other as he moved his attentions on my body from left to right. As he progressed further up my back so the contact of his penis with my arse became more constant, sliding around in line with what he was doing higher up. By the time his focus had reached to just below my shoulder blades his belly was sandwiching his cock between his body and mine. He was obviously finding this as stimulating as I was because it was plain that his prick was growing longer and thicker and harder.
As his hands reached my neck he was lying completely across my back The feeling of his slippery weight on top of me was so erotic and I felt as if I just wanted him to wrap his arms and legs around me and envelope me fully. He began to move his hips gently from side to side, his penis coming out of the oily grove between my buttocks, up onto one cheek, then sliding back into the grove and up the other side. And as he did this his smooth well-oiled balls softly massaged the underside of my buttocks. The feeling was divine.
"Ok?" Doug whispered into my ear.
"Hmmm" was all I could manage in response. It was far more than ok.
Doug began to nibble gently at my ear – around the rim and down onto the lobe. I could feel his shallow breathing through his nose, then a wetness as he tenderly began to lick around the ear. "Turn over," he whispered, and leaned backwards to release me.
He moved back a metre or so to give me space, and sat back on his heels. I pushed myself up and rolled over. Freed from the constraint of my body my penis flopped upwards and fell onto my stomach as I lay back.
Doug reached over and grabbed the oil once more then lent forward over me and drizzled a copious quantity of it onto my chest and stomach. After replacing it on the heating stand he laid himself over me like a blanket. He put a hand on each side of my head and started to massage the oil into my body by making circular motions with his torso. Our penises, both completely slick with oil, began to grind together, and as they did Doug lent forward a little more, put a bit more weight onto my body, and began to kiss me. I was in heaven.
After several minutes of rubbing our bodies together, Doug leaned back, pulling me up into a sitting position as he did so. He sat back on his ankles again, with my legs stretched out on either side of him. For a few moments we just looked at each other – both waxed totally smooth, our skin shining in the soft shimmering light from the oil that totally covered our bodies, and both of us very erect. Doug began taking very deep breaths, holding them for several seconds and then releasing them. Without being told to I copied him. For me this added a dimension to our experience – almost as if this was something mystical and we were becoming one.
"Would you like to fuck me?" Doug broke the silence by reaching forward, tenderly grasping my penis and working his hand down the shaft until my foreskin was pulled completely back as if I were tightly circumcised.
As far as man to man fucking was concerned, at that moment I was a complete virgin. I'd never been fucked – that was something I'd told myself I was going to experience with Alan as soon as I got the opportunity, and I'd never fucked anyone. I was learning the gay lexicon, and I suspected that accord to that I was what's referred to as `versatile' – I was certainly turned on by the idea of both fucking and being fucked, and keen to experience both. "I've never done this before," I confessed. I was worried that I was so turned on by the offer that I wouldn't last more than a few seconds before shooting my load – like the time I lost my heterosexual virginity at the age of fourteen. I reached forward and took a gentle hold on Doug's penis and shared my thoughts with him.
He leaned towards me, and kissed me. "Don't worry about that. If you do, so what? Just take it very steady," he said.
With than he moved forward onto his knees, poured some oil into his palm then moved his hand behind him and between his buttocks to prepare himself. "Can't have too much of this," he said as he repeated the process. When he'd finished preparing himself he reached over to my penis and rubbed the residue all over the shaft.
"I'm going to sit on this," he gave my prick a little shake, "and for a start, once it's inside me, we'll just sit still – no thrusting up and down. First we'll get used to how each other feels."
Doug leaned back a little and brought his legs around so that they interlaced with mine. Then he took his weight on his arms and crawled his way forward until our bodies were touching each other. He raised himself up a little more, took hold of my dick and positioned it beneath his anus. Both penis and hole were completely slick with oil, so as soon as Doug began to lower himself my prick found its way inside. I'd expected that there'd be more resistance to my penis – every time I'd used one of Alan's dongs it'd taken some concentration to initially breach the defences – but I suppose several decades of practice had made this activity a bit more instinctive for Doug. Almost at once Doug was sitting in my lap, my hard dick completely inside him.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"Very snug," I replied.
I felt Doug tighten the muscles around his anus. Very subtle, but the sensation rippled all the way up my cock. "Feel that?"
"Hmm."
"You don't need to thrust away like there's no tomorrow, like they do in the porn movies. Our sexual receptors are very sensitive, so tiny gentle movements can be as effective. So I can tighten and loosen my arse muscles, and with all the oil up there you'll slip around a little. And I can rock backwards and forwards almost imperceptibly – but it'll play a symphony on my prostate and stimulate the head of your prick at the same time. And you can move side to side, or up and down. But, at this stage, very gently, mind."
For a couple of minutes we explored the tiny subtle pleasure giving movements each of us could make. All the time we looked into each other's eyes to see what the other was feeling or thinking. Once or twice we moved together to kiss. As we did that it felt as if my penis was growing more, although I'd though it was already fully extended.
I had never had such a complete sexual experience before. Much as I'm shocked to say it, Doug's well oiled arse seemed to be a far more natural place for my prick than my wife's vagina had ever been. The grip, all around my dick, was perfect – not hard and painful, but at the same time strong enough to stimulate the whole of my organ. And the huge amount of oil we'd used meant that the slightest swaying or tiniest rebalancing of our bodies resulted in a minute repositioning of my cock inside his tunnel which sent spasms of pleasure through me which was out of all proportion to the amount of movement. I groaned as the waves of enjoyment rippled through me, and Doug confirmed that he too was getting a similar level of stimulation by matching me with his own moans. I don't think that it's possible to fake the sound of sexual ecstasy – it's so primal that you feel it in the vibrations from the person emitting it as much as hear it. And for an age as we gently shifted our positions minutely to stimulate ourselves Doug and I sang this deep and intense tune of manly sexual pleasure to each other.
"I'm not going to last much longer,' Doug began to pant, then suddenly a white stream of semen began to flow out of the end of his cock. He gave a loud roar, much like I'd heard rutting deer making in wildlife films. I could feel his arse gripping me more tightly as he came, and the ocean of spunk he continued to ejaculate as it hit me between my nipples and ran down my front, past my belly button and to the base of my cock. The raw eroticism of this brought me to the edge myself and I began rocking backwards and forwards more rapidly. Doug understood where I was so joined in the motion, semen still flowing from the end of his cock, albeit more slowly now.
"Aaaaaaaargh!" I yelled out loud as I exploded inside him. Doug lifted himself up gently so that my cock slid halfway down his tunnel, then sat back down. I continued to yell and to come. He repeated his movement half a dozen times or more, at the same time milking my cock by tightening his arse muscles as I moved up and down.
Eventually I hit that state of pleasure when it was too sensitive to carry on. "No more," I pleaded. Doug stopped at once, and let himself down gently so that my softening cock remained inside him. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled, then drew closer and shared a kiss. At some point during our long embrace my cock finally popped out of his arse.
I was breathing heavily and just held on to Doug for several minutes, both of us recovering from our bliss with a period of quiet closeness.
"How was that?" he whispered.
"Unbelievable," I replied. And it was truly unbelievable. First that I could be so turned on by an octogenarian that I could reach heights of sexual pleasure I'd never believed existed, and secondly that Doug, well into his eighties, could be quite so virile. He'd maintained a rock hard erection for the best part of an hour and then, based on nothing other than my cock being inside him, had shot a huge amount of cum between our two bodies.
"Time to clean up," he said, easing himself backwards and disentangling himself from me. He stood up then reached down and gave me a hand getting to my feet.
Doug's semen was running down both of our bodies – now we were standing it was well past our pubic area and was making its way down our legs. I reached out and with the flat of my hand began to massage it into his belly and chest and around the root of his cock. He reached over and did the same with me. I felt deliciously filthy. Between us we'd been around for around 150 years. We were both pillars of the community. We'd had responsible jobs and held respected positions in our social life. Yet here we were, like a couple of dirty teenagers who'd just discovered wanking, rubbing spunk into each other. It was great to be alive.
o-O-o
Doug invited me to stay over. He cooked a meal, we drank a couple of glasses of malt ,a bottle of wine, and a glass of port each then watched an old war movie on the BBC. And then we shared a bed.
We didn't have sex again that night, though. Once we went to bed we just lay next to each other, naked, and talked for ages before dropping off. It was incredible that having been so hung up for most of my life I was now able to lie naked in bed next to a man I'd met less than twelve hours before and share my most intimate thoughts and experiences. As we chatted we cuddled, and occasionally fondled each other's pricks, but didn't turn it into anything more. The situation itself was enough. It was beautiful – to have someone with whom you could share everything and cuddle up to on a cold autumn evening.
On one occasion during the night I woke up and Doug was spooning into me, his penis lying in the cleft between my buttocks, sandwiched between us. I could feel he was hard, but his breathing told me he was still asleep.