Senior Citizens Eden Ch. 4
Katherine bumped into John on the grounds free mature slut one day, smiled and said, "I never got a chance to thank you for that wonderful evening with Fred and me. It did Fred a world of good for his ego and his fantasies. Did Fred ever get around to thanking you? He said he would."
John replied, "Yes. In fact, the next day, when I met Fred after lunch, we strolled off alone and talked about our menage a trois. Needless to say, he was extremely contented and happy."
"Did he mention another go at it?" asked Katherine. "He thought a more active threesome might be even better," she added. John didn't think it appropriate to relate all of Fred's remarks except to tell Katherine that Fred was ready to try an active threesome the next time.
In fact, Fred invited John up to his apartment for a discussion on improving the party the next time around. They had a couple of drinks and, as Fred relaxed, he let his imagination roam in order to embellish their proposed lovemaking.
"I really got turned on, John, by your presence that day," Fred began. "In particular," he continued, "seeing you in the nude with a hard on really got me going. Seeing your hand gripping your hard cock, watching the head of your dick appear and disappear in the palm of your hand was an exotic novelty for me. At the end, when you shot your load at my dick, balls, and Katherine's hot cunt, I really turned on. It was the warmth of your cum hitting my balls and dick that set me off. I ended up having an orgasm unlike any I've ever had. It seemed to go on and on."
John nodded approvingly and added that his first experience with voyeurism was just as delicious.
"I'm finding out, Fred," he observed, toasting Fred with his drink, "that there are many facets to my sexuality, and, I suspect, to everyone's sexuality. You're finding that out, too."
"Yes," added Fred. "And keeping an open mind about sexuality is healthy," he observed.
John felt that Fred was trying to reconcile his desires by this comment, perhaps still feeling a little uncomfortable by such openness. So he interrupted Fred's observation with another. "Indeed, Fred, everything free mature slut I've read about sex, particularly from the viewpoint of aging, reinforces your view. Men and women who explore their sexuality without any moral or ethical encumbrances have healthy and happy sex lives. And age doesn't dampen it" he added, thinking of Charlie's active sexuality.
Fred smiled in agreement, feeling for the first time a comfort in discussing his sexuality. He also felt a slight twinge of lust in his dick and grabbed at his crotch, saying, "Damn it. Just talking about it sets me off."
John could see a slight bulge in Fred's crotch and quickly added, "See, you're finding out lots of things about your sexuality. Now you know that talking about it can get you excited."
Fred laughingly but nervously asked, "And you?"
John uncrossed his legs to reveal a slight bulge in his pants. In the same motion, he unzipped his fly and displayed a semi-erect dick to Fred, commenting, "Can you see this coming into Katherine's hot cunt as you lie on your back and lick her cunt, my dick moving in and out?" It was the exact fantasy he had at the time of Fred and Katherine's encounter.
"I'm glad you mentioned that because, at the time, I wanted desperately to do just that except that I didn't know how you'd react," Fred replied.
"Exactly my sentiments, too, Fred," John added. "I desperately wanted to stick my cock in her cunt as you sucked it." He showed Fred the underside of his now hard cock and said, "This is the side you'd be looking at when I would be fucking Katherine."
"May I?" Fred asked, kneeling between John's legs and letting his tongue lick the underside of John's cock. His tongue tasted John's cock and balls and, when he came up for air, said, "It's just as I've always dreamt it to be. Now we need the juices of Katherine's hot cunt to complete the fantasy."
Fred undid John's belt buckle in another motion and slide his pants and underwear from his legs. He untied his shoes and removed his socks as well. John, in the meantime, removed his own shirt and sat naked before Fred's face and exploring tongue. "This is new to me, John, and exciting. Lay back and let me explore while you enjoy."
John's cock pulsed with excitement. The veins stood out boldly as it arched upward toward Fred's accepting mouth and tongue. Fred took in this excitement with more exploration. Seeing the prostate fluids at the tip of John's cock, he took John entirely into his mouth. John felt his cock slide deep into Fred's throat, passing the glottis on its way down.
He took Fred's head into the palms of his hands and pressed it downward, feeling his foreskin retract tightly, exposing the fullness of the head of his dick. Fred delighted in this touch and responded with a moan that signaled approval. As he felt John's hard cock slide in and out of his throat, he let his tongue playfully massage the head of his cock, at the same time tasting the sweet tartness of the fluids emanating from the tip of his cock. The fluids became more and more pronounced, signaling an orgasm. Wanting to prolong John's ecstasy, Fred withdrew his mouth from John's cock and began to playfully suck and tongue John's testicles.
His tongue would seek out the crevices between John's balls and groin and lick in one motion the testicle and the inside of the groin, allowing his tongue to glide as far as John's knee and then back. Once back at John's testicles, he would take one entire testicle into his mouth and massage it gently with a sucking motion of the tongue. His hands, too, worked in tandem with his mouth. While he sucked, his hands roamed gently, but firmly, over the gray hairs of John's stomach and chest. He lingered playfully at the nipples of John's breasts, massaging them into a firmness that sent shivers of delight to John's brain. The sucking and tonguing went to John's feet, too.
His insoles, the backs of his heels, the crevices of the toes and the toes themselves experienced Fred's loving, massaging tongue and lips. And he always returned to John's throbbing and hard cock. The sensations came quicker now. Fred sensed it in John's hip movement, meeting the thrust of his mouth. He sensed it in the intensity of John's moans that came in greater frequency. He now gave John's hard cock his undivided attention and, as he did, John exploded into Fred's mouth. It took Fred by surprise since he never tasted or felt the warmth of a male's cum and he paused momentarily to taste its salinity. It excited him and his head movement on John's cock accelerated until the sensation of the orgasm came to John in rapid-fire succession. His sphincter free mature slut muscles contracted rapidly and expelled the orgasmic fluids with force in spurts that ricocheted off the back of Fred's throat.
John literally screamed, a muted scream, nevertheless a scream. This delighted Fred to such a degree he shot in his pants. He experienced a wet dream in all its intensity, in full wakefulness, recalling the days of his youth when he woke to the wetness of his pajamas after a joyous and intense dream. His response, unlike John's was a joyous, loud, but garbled, "Ummmm! Ummmmmm! Ummmmm," since John's hard cock still throbbed in his mouth.
Minutes of silence passed, Fred's head resting in John's crotch. John ventured to ask, "Are you sure you've never done this before? I've never had such a delicious cocksuck in my entire life."
Fred responded, "And surprisingly, my instincts all through this session were as if I'd been doing it all of my life. I think it may have had something to do with mentally wishing someone to have done the same to me all through my life. Doing it to you helped me live through that fantasy. I even shot my load when you came. I've never had that happen even with a woman."
After some light conversation about life and the world, John got up to leave. "Fred, I had better get going to let you get some rest. I certainly will sleep well tonight after that orgasm."
Fred grinned and added, "I'll talk to you tomorrow after Katherine and I decide on an appropriate time for a real menage a trois. She's going to be away for the weekend at her daughter's home in the country.
Chapter 11
Jim and Charlie
Jim was a newcomer to the building. He was a Canadian by birth and came to the United States some forty years ago to work in the construction field. He had just turned seventy and decided to pursue a more leisurely life, putting behind him the years he worked hard. Added to the hard work of his occupation, he came home to face the additional mundane chores of housekeeping and lawn trimming. His whole life was dedicated to his work, his home, and his mother who lived with him the last ten years of her life. His life was hard, but it was also dedicated to caring for others, especially his mother.
On his first day at Carter Court, ninety year old Charlie noticed Jim's befuddlement over routines at meals. He seemed not to be sure of mail and other institutional arrangements. After breakfast, one morning, therefore, Charlie came to Jim, introduced himself, and offered to become his mentor during this period of adjustment. They hit it off immediately. Charlie's warmth and the younger Jim's need for assistance seemed fated. For Jim, it was a reversal of roles. He had dedicated his life to others, particularly his mother. Here, on the other hand, was someone offering his help to him. He accepted in bemused silence. So when ninety-year-old Charlie's said, "Let me be your guide while you're adjusting to Carter Court," Jim responded with a firm handshake and a partial, affectionate embrace of Charlie. An indescribable electrical charge passed through Charlie and Jim in that embrace and their friendship, unknown to both at the time, was sealed. Simply put, Charlie loved Jim and Jim loved Charlie. Both noticed something new in their lives.
When Jim and Charlie met outside or in the building, real feelings of warmth and closeness surfaced. It was evident in their smiles. It was evident in their touching. It was evident in their actively searching for each other's companionship. Jim may have initiated contact first. Neither, now, remembers who was the first. But, one day, Jim, who drove, asked Charlie if he'd like to take a drive in the country. For both, it turned into a day of joy and wonder. It was a leisurely and slow paced outing that ended with dinner at a country inn. Another time, it was Charlie who asked Jim to join him for a walk through the park. Still, later, Charlie asked Jim to join him for dinner at his daughter's house, an hour's drive from Carter Court. But there were other, more intimate signs. Charlie spent most of his time in Jim's apartment where they sat and talked and delighted in one another's company. From the onset, they sat side by side on Jim's sofa when they talked or watched television. Often Charlie would fall asleep during a program, his head resting gently on Jim's shoulder or chest. Jim would cradle Charlie's head gently in his arms in these moments of spontaneous sleep. Neither was embarrassed afterwards by these manifestations of intimacy.
As time went on, there wasn't even a subtlety about affection. When watching television, Charlie lay on his back with his head in Jim's lap. And as they watched, Jim's hand would find its way inside Charlie's shirt and gently massage his chest and arms. There was no conscious sexuality to any of these actions at first. Each felt free to touch and love without resorting to genital love. Charlie often responded to these mini massages with, "That's so relaxing, Jim."
One evening, Jim said, "Charlie, let's go into the bedroom and let me give you a real nice massage. It should make you feel real good."
In the bedroom, Charlie sat on the side of the bed while Jim removed Charlie's shoes and socks. Then he removed his shirt to reveal a chest covered with gray hair that extended down below the buckle of his pants. "Lay back now, Charlie, and let me get your pants and shorts off." Charlie aided Jim by lifting his waist. Charlie now lay naked, revealing gray hairs extending down his oval belly to his navel, to his flaccid cock. "Now lay back, close your eyes and let me massage you into oblivion, Charlie," Jim whispered softly. Jim began with Charlie's head. He massaged his brow and face gently, taking pains to put gentle pressure on the eyes and temples. Jim coupled this massage with tender kisses on the eyes and mouth. These were only light lip caresses but they sent a shudder of affection through Charlie. "Oh! That feels good, Jim," Charlie murmured.
The massage continued to the neck and chest. In a circular motion, Jim's warm hands massaged his neck and nape, putting a light relaxing pressure on the base of the spinal column at the back of Charlie's neck. Jim's massage continued slowly and gently over the chest and stomach area, interspersed with a gentle sucking of the nipples on Charlie's breast. They hardened as he did so and Charlie felt a tingling sensation that delighted him. Jim then moved to the pubic area, taking care to avoid direct contact with Charlie's cock. He massaged the crevices between Charlie's testicles and groin, alternating with a gentle circular motion of the entire pubic area. He grasped Charlie's testicles tenderly in his hand and kneaded them gently. Charlie's cock responded to these caresses even though it remained in a flaccid state. But the sensuality of this massage played on Charlie's excitement and sexual pleasure. Jim continued down Charlie's legs to his feet. He worked the muscles of the groin and the knees gently but firmly. When Jim reached Charlie's feet, he took special pains to massage each toe and the crevices of each toe. He rubbed the insole of Charlie's feet with the ball of his hand, putting hard and firm pressure on those muscles. Charlie could feel the effects of this foot massage in the upper reaches of his body. He turned Charlie gently on his stomach now and began the massage again from the nape of the neck. Jim used long pressured strokes on Charlie's back that started at the neck and extended down to his buttocks. He spread Charlie's legs wide and kneaded his buttocks free mature slut tenderly, paying close attention to the base of Charlie's spine and the anal region between Charlie's asshole and the base of his cock. It was the area of the prostate and the extended musculature of Charlie's cock. Under him, Charlie could feel his cock getting hard. He also felt Jim's tongue probing his asshole and the base of his cock. He moaned approval. They continued this way for what seemed hours to Charlie. Finally, Jim turned Charlie over on his back again to reveal a semi erect cock dripping with juices from his prostate.
Now, for the first time in this encounter, Jim attended to Charlie's cock. He took it deep into his mouth and sucked. He alternated with continued massaging of Charlie's stomach and testicles. The whole massage now led to a climactic end. Charlie, at the peak of his excitement, thrust his hips and his now hard cock into Jim's warm mouth. He felt Jim's tongue wrap itself around the head and rub it into a state of heightened sensitivity. As Charlie's thrusts grew faster, so did his excitement. Then it came. He took Jim's head into the palms of his hands, pressed downward, stretching taut the foreskin of his hard cock and exploded. "Oh! My God, Jim, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried. It was an orgasm that came from the deepest part of his body and mind, a result of a long, gentle two-hour loving massage. Afterwards, Jim undressed and lay naked, his body pressed tightly to Charlie for the rest of the night.