I have a new wank buddy, a man a bit older than me (I’m 74 this month) who I have known for a number of years and who lives close by. My ex-wife and I and John and his wife Carole had been occasional lunch acquaintances until my divorce. Then we mostly lost touch.
What I remember of those days was that John rather openly fancied my wife Amanda though nothing came of it as far as I knew.
My divorce was something of a relief one way and another. One of the freedoms it gave me was to masturbate as often as I liked and I took full advantage of it. Although most of the porn I looked at involved women, I developed a taste for pictures of nude, older men, especially if they were shown masturbating.
I had pleasant memories of my adolescent experiences of mutual masturbation with other teenagers of both sexes. I didn’t really want to complicate my life with a new relationship with a woman and although I’ve always considered myself straight, I gradually began to fantasize about masturbating with other men.
The question was how to make this happen. I put ads on a few meeting sites and got some responses but never had the courage to follow through.
Then I ran into John again at a supermarket. Carole was away visiting her married daughter and he suggested lunching. They have a cottage in a hamlet not far from where I live. The lunch was simple but good and our talk relaxed. Later we played chess. Sex was the last thing on our minds.
There were a few more meetings with each other like this over a period since Carole liked to spend time with her daughter.
One spring Sunday at my place, John came across a porn magazine that I had forgotten to hide. It was, to my embarrassment, about older men so couldn’t have been more explicit about my masturbatory activities. I think I blushed which made it worse.
John on the other hand wasn’t fazed at all.
‘You like this stuff too,’ he said, riffling through it. ‘I can’t have it in the house in case Carole finds it but I love it.’
He asked me straight out how much I masturbated and I told him straight out.
‘Even I don’t do it that much,’ he laughed. ‘Except when Carole’s not around.’
Then he said with a grin : ‘You want to let me see it.’
I guess it was a bit like being back in my parents’ basement with another guy from school. Almost without thinking, I pulled my cock out of my trousers and let him take it in his hand. We just stood right where we were innthe living room and he wanked me off.
It had been as easy as that and I loved it.
Afterwards, we both got naked, touched and explored each other, masturbated ourselves and each other. Before he left, I took his cock in his mouth. He didn’t cum that time but he did at our next meeting.
We began to have a session every three or four days and it was a revelation to discover how natural sex with another guy felt. We were kissing and caressing each other like teenagers and, yeah, I have let him give it to me up the ass and, yeah, I liked it because that felt natural too.