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Old guys rule part 1Helen died just after Christmas and my life became quiet and peaceful. Wehad been married for 31 not very good years. I had been a source of incomeand father for the c***dren she loved but little else. When the c***drenwere grown, I was ready for divorce, and I think she was too, but she gotsick. That was seven years ago, and I spent the intervening time eitherworking or taking care of her.She had no family of her own so I did it all, with the help of nurses andattendants. The k**s had moved away and couldn’t help much. Everyonethought I would be lonely after she died. I wasn’t. I realized that I hadbeen living for her and the c***dren and hadn’t done any living on myown. After several months I sold my construction business for a sum thatsurprised even me and decided to break away from the old patterns of lifeand start over. For the first time in years I suddenly had no obligationsor commitments. I was wonderful. I could do anything I wanted.I sold the house, put the furniture I wanted into storage and rented abeach house in Florida. It had a monthly lease that I could terminate atany time should the urge to travel overtake me. At 59, I wasn’t exactly abeach bunny. I actually wanted to read a book or listen to a recording allthe way through without interruption. That was my idea of a good time.I was 5-10 and 200 pounds with more hair on my chest and gut than head, butmore or less in good shape. I wasn’t a babe magnet, but I also wasn’tinterested in any obligations, so that was fine with me.My rental hose was in an unstylish part of Florida. It was a simple woodencottage sitting on stilts dating from the 1950’s, comfortable and pleasant.I could see over the dune to the ocean. I soon settled down to a routineof sitting on the beach and reading in the sun. After a brief sunburnepisode I tanned and recalled how much I liked the sun. Helen hated heatand sun, so we had vacationed in the mountains. Since I rented in thefall, much of the area was empty of vacationers and most of the time I hadthe beach to myself.A week or two after I moved in, the cottage next door was occupied. I wasrelieved to find it was an older man with no c***dren. A day later he waswalking on the beach and I introduced myself. “Hello. We must beneighbors.” I said. “John Newcome here.” He was a burly man with a saltand pepper beard and curly hair. He was more than six feet tall and musthave been 250 pounds.”Aristotle Metropolis here. Call me Ari.” He said in a deep voice. “Justretired from 40 years in the restaurant business.””I’m retired building contractor.” I said. “It’s nice and quiet here. Wemust be in the only undiscovered part of Florida.””It can’t be too quiet for me!” Ari said. “Every day at a restaurant is onestep from disaster. Always a mad house! Give me peace!””Is your wife here yet?” I said. He wore a big gold wedding ring.”She’s been dead for five years.” Ari said. “I can’t get the ring off.””I’m sorry. My wife died a few months ago.” I said.”We had a good run. It was an arranged marriage by our parents.” Ari said.”No regrets, but not much sorrow either. It’s over.””That sounds like my situation.” I said.”Been nice to meet you, but I have a plumber coming to fix a toilet.” Arisaid. “Drop in and say hello any time.” I thanked him, and he went to hishouse. I got my book out and started to read. Over the next week or so wesaw each other every day, exchanged cordial greetings but he didn’t botherme. He usually sat on the beach several hundred feet away with hisbinoculars and a bird book. He swam several times a day.It was a public beach so people would wander through, but it was nevercrowded. There were several teenagers who staked out the area next to myhouse, and I heard them referring to this area as Gorilla Beach. Ari didhave gorilla like characteristics. His hair was continuous from his beardto his toes. I had grown a beard, and when I looked in the mirror Irealized that I was looking a bit shaggy. My hair is brown, mixed withwhite, but as I tanned, I began to look monochomatic. I had never thoughtof myself as a hairy guy, but the mirror made me reconsider.I was a firm believer in frozen and microwavable food. Ari came upon meunpacking my car after a trip to the supermarket. He seemed genuinelyscandalized at my purchases. That afternoon he invited me over fordinner. I didn’t much want to go, but I didn’t want to seem rude, so Iagreed.I arrived at six, Ari had drinks ready, and we sat talking at the counterin his kitchen. I had to admit that the food smelled wonderful, and thewine and conversation flowed easily. I recalled the tense and formalentertaining with my wife and realized that this was a very differentexperience, informal and comfortable. It was a warm night in October. Hewas shirtless and good company.Dinner was spectacular. His restaurants must have been really successful.Everything tasted good, seasoned in unexpected ways. By eleven I was veryhappy and drunk as a skunk for the first time in years.The anadolu yakası escort next thing I knew, sunlight was pouring through a window and I was inbed. It was not my bed. I tried to get up, but the room spun around.”Be careful my friend!” Ari said from somewhere in the room. “Just take itslow.” I opened my eyes. I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen.Ari was standing next to the bed. He was naked.”Shit! Is that real?” I asked. I realized that the after effect of the winemust have still been with me. Ari bellowed in laughter.”It sure is!” He continued laughing. “Don’t believe what you see in Greekstatues. My wife said I was Trojan Horse hung! “”Damn. I feel like I’m a dwarf in the land of the giants.” I said. “I don’tusually pass out the first time I visit a neighbor’s house. And I usuallydon’t comment on my neighbor’s cock!””Well John, you sure aren’t the first to notice it!” Ari said. “And you gotnothing to be ashamed of yourself.” I suddenly realized that I wasnaked. He must have undressed me when he put me into bed. “You’re not goingto make enemies by admiring a guy’s equipment.” I sat up. The bed was lowso I was still face to cock with Ari. He took hold of it and pulled theskin back exposing his huge head.I looked up at him. He looked at me with an expectant gaze. I leanedforwarded and took it into my mouth. He was soft so most of the massivemeat fit in my mouth and throat. I had some gay experiences when I was incollege, but never anything particularly exciting. At that time Iattributed it to hormonal overdoses.The minute Ari’s cock touched my lips I knew this was different. I hadn’tbeen this excited in years, or maybe never. In spite of my hangover, I gotrock hard, overwhelmed with sexual passion.”That’s really good!” Ari said. “You’re doing that just right. We can dothis for as long as you want.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this andcouldn’t believe he was letting me do it. He wasn’t exactly letting me doit, he was encouraging me, not that I needed any encouraging.We were soon both on the bed sixty-nining as if we had been doing this allour lives. I had never had sex this good or exciting before. I felt my cumfill up my balls, and shouted that I was cumming. Ari just kept on suckingand soon he was sucking the jiz straight from my slit. I could hardly standit. My mouth filled with a cupful of Ari’s sperm and I swallowed it like amilkshake.We laid panting on the bed. “Shit, that was good.” Ari said.”I don’t know what got into me.” I said. “That was unbelievable.” I didn’treally know what had happened. In a few seconds I had turned from a retiredheterosexual businessman to a crazed cock sucker.”Are you ok?” Ari asked.”I surely am.” I said.”Do you want to do it again?” He asked. I had just shot off, so I almostsaid no. Instead, I attacked his cock a second time. I couldn’t get asmuch of his cock in my mouth because he was still half hard. This time thesex was less crazed but more exciting. I wasn’t driven so I savored andexplored his cock. He was still dripping cum and oozing pre cum. The spelland taste of these sex fluids spurred me on. Ari shot off a second timeafter fifteen to twenty minutes of sucking. His orgasm induced the samereaction in me.I must have dozed of in the relaxed period that follows a climax, for thenext thing I remember was the smell of bacon. Ari cooked breakfast. I wentto the kitchen and sat down.”You’re good!” Ari said.”I don’t know how. That was the first time.” I said. My earlier experienceshadn’t involved me sucking. “I don’t know what came over me.” He was stillnaked. “Maybe it was your cock. Damn it’s big! Just beautiful!””Thank you for noticing!” Ari said, chuckling. “It does have that effectsometimes. I need to be really careful when I go to the Mall. I don’t wanta scene!” I looked at him, and realized he was joking. “Actually, I cameclose to having a problem in the shower of the Jacksonville Y. I, and it,were a hit.””I hope no one was trampled?” I said. He roared in laughter.”Were you there?” He responded. “It was damn close.””I’m so embarrassed.” I said.”About what? We both adults, both enjoyed ourselves.” Ari said. “What’sthere to be embarrassed about? I like cock, I guess that you like cocktoo. We both have them, why not use them?””I didn’t know I liked cock.” I said. Ari looked at me a bit askance. “Ididn’t know I liked it that much.” I amended my statement. “I had no idea Icould suck.””Well you can and you are good at it!” Ari said. “And unless I’m a badjudge you’ll be doing it again!” I looked at him. “After breakfast!”Breakfast was as good as diner had been the night before. I forced myselfto go home and show at least a modicum of self restraint. Fortunately Arisaid he was having some company for the week end, so I would have someopportunity to straighten my self out.I was puzzled as to why I had done it, and surprised that I had liked it somuch. I remembered that thirty years earlier a guy ataşehir escort had blown me. It wasbetter than jerking off, but nothing like the episode with Ari. I went outto the beach to read. That night I ate my microwave dinner and went to bedearly. I was tired, but I dreamed of Ari’s cock. I dreamed I was strandedon an island with his cum as my only food. At first I just drank his cumfor breakfast lunch and dinner, but later he seemed to have added someseasoning and used it as the basis for a special salad dressing.Sleep was not as restful as it might have been. When I woke, I rememberedthe time I had told my sons to look at women as people, not sex objects,but here I was thinking about Ari as a cock, although as a big cock. I wentback to sleep again and dreamed of calling Dr. Laura about my dreams, andbeing very surprised that she wasn’t more sympathetic. Then Dr. Ruth calledme and told me I had dialed the wrong number. It was not a good night.That morning I toasted my pop tarts, thinking that Ari was cookingsomething special for his guest, and then went to the beach. It was anexceptionally warm day for this time of the year, and there was a thickhaze in the sky. The beach was almost deserted. I got my book out andpromptly fell asleep, with no dreams.A clap of thunder woke me. A storm had rolled in and I ran to my house toclose the windows. I saw that Ari and his guest were doing the same in thehouse next to me. Ari saw me and yelled to come over, have some lunch andmeet his friend. I ran over, getting soaked in the sudden downpour.”John, I’d like you to meet, Billy Prouste.” Ari said. “Billy, this is JohnNewcome.” I shook hands with the man. Something clicked in my brain.”Wild Billy Prouste?” I asked. I looked at him and immediate realized thathe was the former star football player. He was older than I remembered,probably 65-70, but still muscular. He had a blond crewcut, now more whitethan blond, his trademark bristly mustache and a great smile. He had asmile that had sold millions of dollars of products through the years.”Not wild any more!” He laughed. “Not unless I get really lucky! You gotto promise me. No football talk! Ari told me he had a football free house!No shop talk.””Don’t worry about me. I can obey the house rules.” I said.”How does a beer sound?” Ari asked. “I was going to cook out, so I needsome time to figure out another lunch.””That sounds good to me, but don’t do anything special!” Billy said.”After last night’s diner I can die happy without ever eating again. It wasspectacular.” He turned to me. “Ari had the most successful restaurant inOrlando. He helped me develop my chain of gourmet fast food restaurants.””Old friends?” I asked.”Old and best.” Ari said. He purported to have nothing to eat in the house,but I suspected that his was a dramatic pose to make the final lunch seemeven more impressive. I was right. The storm was terrible, heavy rain andhigh winds. The lights went out as did the air conditioning. I was going togo home after lunch, but the storm was too fierce, so I stayed and wetalked and had another beer or two.It was really stuffy inside the closed up house. Billy took off his shirt.At 6-2 and 210 pounds he was a pre steroids muscleman. The hair on hischest was close cooped like his crew cut, and darker blond where it wasn’twhite. He had a good tan, and was in good condition.Billy was a couple of beers ahead of me and was sitting next to me on thesofa, getting cheerful. “Ari and I go way back. His father ran theconcessions at the stadium and Ari brought food to the locker room. We gotto be friends.””I never got to see the games from our stand, so I think I must have knownBilly five years before I saw him with clothes on.” Ari saidlaughing. “Someone spilled an entire container of chocolate syrup on me asthe team was leaving the building. Billy told me to go to the locker roomto shower, he had some extra clothes that might fit.””He saw me dressed for the first time, and I saw him naked for the firsttime.” Billy said as he put his hand on my leg. “I never saw anything likeit! What a piece of meat!” He paused. “Ari said you had the same reaction Ihad to it night before last. You two really got it on.” He slipped hishand into my shorts and felt my cock. I had no idea what to say or do. Ididn’t now if I was in deep shit or just in over my head. Billy looked atme and saw that I was uncomfortable.”Don’t worry, John.” He said. “That cock of his is one of the seven wondersof the natural world! It’s only natural to like it. It seems like a wastenot to use it whenever you can.””Billy and I were planning to have a little relaxation time this afternoon,and we’d be pleased if you’d join us.” Ari said. “You don’t have to, but ifyou want to, we’d be pleased as punch.””There’s enough cock for everyone!” Billy said. I was hard by then andBilly unzipped my shorts and began sucking me off. That seemed to make upmy mind for me.”Let’s get to the bedroom where ümraniye escort we can be comfortable.” Ari said. I wasuncomfortable as we went to the bedroom, but I must admit that Ari andBilly did everything they could to make me feel welcome. I had thought thatgroup sex was odd, and would be embarrassing. It turned out to be anembarrassment of riches. My sexual experiences had always been eitherfurtive or barely tolerated. I had a few one-nighters out of town. Thesehad not been satisfactory. My wife regarded sex as a technical requirementneeded to get c***dren.Ari and Billy liked sex, and weren’t afraid to show it. Plain, old physicalenjoyment was their objective. They were enthusiastic, guilt free andwilling. They also had no hesitation about telling me what they liked norabout asking what worked for me. I hadn’t actually ever considered that inmy thirty-year marriage. Not only did they ask, they also acted on it. Ididn’t know that sex could be so good.Billy had a cock the size of a large tube of toothpaste with 8 inches offamily sized pleasure. He was uncut and it turned down when erect. Ari hada 12 incher that bent up toward his navel. I was a mere 7 inches and theonly cut member of the trio. Ari’s cock was the focus of sex for him, but,Billy was different. As he got more excited, his whole body became sexuallysensitized. By the time he climaxed the first time, it was as if he hadbecome a 6′-2″ penis. Every touch gave him pleasure.For years I thought that I wasn’t a particularly sexual man, but that musthave been because I had never been with particularly sexual people. Thiswas wonderful. We all responded to each other’s enthusiasm. By the timeAri climaxed the first time, Billy and I shared his load, licking thebloated head as Ari ejaculated volley after volley of cum. Billy and Ithen sixty- nined and exchanged loads. We lay on the bed wound down someand talked. Ari went off to get some things ready for dinner. It seemedto me that my time at the house was equally divided between good food andgreat sex.”John. I have a favor to ask of you.” Billy whispered. “Ari and I havebeen friends for years, but I really love to get fucked. Ari’s too big forme. Would you be willing to give me a poke?” I had never fucked a manbefore, but I was excited enough to screw anything or anyone that wasremotely receptive.”Would Ari mind?” I asked. “I don’t want to trespass.””Not at all. We talked about it last night.” Billy said. “We had anotherunsuccessful effort to wedge his meat in my ass. He knows I like back doorsex. He thought you had the right size cock, and maybe I could take cockin both ends. We aren’t really lovers, you know. We are friends andplaymates. We aren’t jealous of each other’s pleasures.””I’ve never fucked a guy before.””You fucked your wife, didn’t you?””Yes. But I’m not sure I associate fucking with pleasure.” I laughed. “Itwas a mixed blessing.””My ex and your wife must have been sisters!” Billy said. “It’sdirty. It’s disgusting. I have a headache.” We both laughed.”Do you think that if our wives had been more responsive we wouldn’t betogether naked in bed?” I asked.”Shit no.” Billy said. “I’ve screwed a lot of women. Football stars get thepick of the litter after every game it seems. The quarterback gets the bestof the lot. Most were hot and good, but nothing has equaled Ari. It justseems so right.””That the same way I feel.” I said. “I can’t believe that I have done thethings I have done over the last few days, and enjoyed it so much. I’mwaiting for the guilt.””Are you a good Catholic boy?” He asked.”Good Presbyterian!” We both laughed. “But I’m thinking about converting toDruid. Or maybe a worshiper of Priapus.” Billy looked puzzled. “The cockgod.” I said. “Much admired by the Greeks.””We no one admires Greek cocks more than me!” Billy said.”Are you guys talking about me?” Ari said as he returned to the room.”Sort of.” Billy answered.”Well let’s forget the “sort of” and get down to serious play!” Ari said.He got on the bed and Billy started sucking Ari’s monster. “Shit Billy.After all these years, you can read my mind.” Billy had his ass in the airand his hole open to my view. Billy was still a bubble butt, and the pinkrose bud was poking out of the hole, surrounded by darker skin. Ari passedme a bottle of lubricant that had been on the side table of the bed.Clearly they had planned this and had guessed that I was game.I lubricated my cock and positioned it at the hole and nudged it in. I havea blunt head, almost the same size as the shaft, absolutely straight, aboutseven inches and maybe an inch and a half in diameter. It’s not quite abeer can, but comes close. Billy was extremely muscular so it wasn’t easygetting through the sphincter. He fought me, relaxing so that I wouldpenetrate a little, then tightening up and trying to force me out. I wouldhave thought I was hurting him if he hadn’t been moaning so much.Suddenly my pubic hair was brushing his hole. I was fully embedded. He wasstill sucking Ari as I did him doggy style. I leaned over him, with onehand on his tit and the other on his cock. He was still for a minute or so,then began undulating his ass. Soon he was massaging my cock with isrectum. His sphincter was tight and I almost felt like he was trying totrap my cock inside. I could get used to this.

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