I thought my life was over when Cassie passed away six
years ago. We’d been married for just a little over 54
years when the doctors found the cancer that had
literally invaded her body. They didn’t even attempt to
do surgery, as the cancer had spread throughout her
body, infecting almost all of her vital organs. Her
kidneys were the first to completely shut down and, for
the last eight months, daily dialysis was the only
thing that kept her going.
She had long ago decided against chemotherapy, deciding
that when it was finally her time to go she’d do it
with dignity, and in her own home. In her final hours
she slept in our bed and took her last breath as I sat
next to her, holding her hand and telling her how much
I loved her. Once she took her last breath I leaned
over and kissed her tenderly and said my final goodbye
to her. I was 75 and Cassie had been 74.
Today, I’m 83 and still fit and active.
We were without any children, since Cassie had been
unable to conceive during our marriage. We finally got
used to the idea and decided that we would spend our
lives doing what we wanted to do. Both of us came from
money, so it wasn’t a problem for either one of us. Her
father had made a mint in the stock market and could
squeeze a penny until he got five dimes out of it.
Well, perhaps not literally, but I think you may know
what I mean. When he retired he had quite enough to
make his life comfortable.
Two years after he retired he was killed traveling from
New York City to Paris, France. It had been his dream
to travel and the Paris trip was to be the last one.
The plane went down in the Atlantic and couldn’t be
recovered. No cause of the crash was ever discovered
and up until the day Cassie had been diagnosed with the
Cancer had always wondered what had really happened.
Her father was an accomplished pilot and had made the
trip many times in the past. This was to be his first
trip that would have nothing to do with business. It
was meant strictly for pleasure that time.
My parents were well off, too, having invested in real
estate over the years and their holdings were
considerably larger then even I’d suspected. Both of
them died natural deaths, only a few months apart. Dad
had died in his sleep and mama did the same almost
three months to the day since dad had passed. Both
didn’t want fancy funerals so they were interred with
just the immediate family in attendance and the service
was very nice.
When their lawyer called me into his office two months
later, to read their wills, I was totally shocked to
learn that I was a millionaire, several times over.
Seems that not only did my parents hold a ton of land
in the United States, but also in Canada and Australia.
Their land holdings in Australia were almost the size
of Yellowstone Park! In the city of New York they had
property up and down the Hudson River and owned 15
apartment buildings with income from them totaling over
$3 million dollars a month! They definitely weren’t
located in the slums! Their income from the apartment
buildings alone would rival that of Donald Trump today.
Being black had its disadvantages when I was much
younger. The world was a different place and the racial
tensions were always set to explode if the wrong things
were either said or done. My neighborhood wasn’t like
that though. We lived in the best homes, had the best
help and could afford anything our hearts desired. All
I’d really wanted in life though was a brother to share
things with. Alas though, I was an only child and never
wanted for anything. My parents sent me to the best
prep schools and then to the best college their money
could buy. I got my masters degree in drafting from the
Harvard Business School when I was only 25 and was soon
accepted to one of the better architect firms in New
Haven, Connecticut.
Cassie and I met during my first year of school and we
were pretty much an item from that first encounter.
Before I’d finished school we were married and living
in a nice 2 bedroom apartment in New Haven. Like me,
Cassie didn’t flaunt her money. In fact, until the day
we were married I never had an idea that she was worth
so much. She never talked about her family but I did
know that her parents had divorced when she was ten
years old. Her father never talked to her about her
mother and she never asked her father about her and
never tried to find her. Shortly before he was killed
in the crash he did tell her that her mother was dead
and she took his word for it.
After all, she figured, he had no reason to lie to her
about it. It was only after we got our blood tests for
the marriage that she learned her mother had been
white, thus the reason for the lighter skin tone then
that of her father, who was almost the darkest black
man I’d ever met. While I considered myself to be quite
black, his skin tone was definitely darker then mine.
Having a white parent never bothered her at all and she
continued on with her life as though she’d never known
the truth.
Cassie and I had a wonderful life together, full of
love and desire for each other. We never strayed, never
had any affairs, and never spoke cross words to each
other. Now I’m not saying that we never fought, because
that would definitely be lying. We had our
disagreements, but nothing that we couldn’t always
settle and work out. We never went to be angry with
each other. We did our best to make sure we talked with
each other about everything, including her inability to
have children.
We thought about adoption at one time but decided
against it. Her reasoning was that if God had wanted us
to have children, she’d have gotten pregnant. So we
never had any children of our own, by either natural
means or adoption. Our love was enough to sustain us
both and we never complained and never wondered about
‘what if?’.
We were very happy.
Our sex lives was what I’d considered ‘normal’ for the
two of us. While never completely wild in bed, we
complimented each other with our needs and always
seemed to know what the other wanted. We did our best
to satisfy each other and there were never any
complaints. Now I know many people wonder about the so-
called ‘myth’ about the black man being more endowed
then the white man, and perhaps there’s something of
the truth in that department, but in my ‘department’
it’s not the case. I’ve of average size, which is
around six inches with a diameter of perhaps three
inches. I’m uncircumcised with plenty of foreskin that
completely covers my dick head. Cassie always loved to
minister to my cock and she was quite good at it, too.
I never had any complaints in the sex department. Not
one. Cassie stood a little over five feet, six inches,
while I’m almost six feet, six inches.
Quite a pair we were, too. Got a lot of comments about
our ‘Mutt and Jeff’ appearances, but we never let it
bother us. Cassie was not endowed with a large chest,
either and her butt, while not the biggest I’ve ever
seen, was just ample enough to get a good hold of when
we were in the ‘heat of the moment’. Cassie was
diagnosed with alopecia after being sick for a couple
of months, back when she was thirteen. Alopecia is a
virus that attacks the body and literally kills the
genes that allow humans to grow hair on their bodies.
In other words, Cassie was quite literally bald all
over her body. No hair on her head, no eyebrows, no leg
hair, nothing under her armpits, and not a single hair
on her pussy. Her body was smooth all over and that was
one of the things that really turned me on about her. I
could run my hands down her legs without having to
worry about the stubble left over from shaving her
legs. It never bothered her, either.
When she was smaller, and younger, her father would
insist that she wear a wig whenever she went out, and
she did, but only to appease him. Once she left home
and went to college she quit wearing it and easily
deflected the questions that were always posed to her.
Most of the time she would ignore the questions and
leave the questioner standing there with a stupid look
on his or her face. A lot of the time she’d just laugh
it off. After all, she was used to it and it didn’t
bother her one little bit.
When I first realized that there was no hair between
her legs I got turned on, much more then I was to begin
with. I’m the kind of man who loves to use my mouth on
my wife, bringing her to multiple orgasms with just my
tongue and Cassie also loved it. She was great with
oral, both giving and receiving and I’d definitely
consider her an ‘expert’ when it came time to go down
on me. I can still remember the first time she tried
oral on me. I can laugh at it now, but back then she
though she was going to choke to death. Since I’m not
of any great size I had to work with her and tell her
what I wanted her to do. She’d try it and time after
time she’d start to choke.
It wasn’t long before I realized that it wasn’t the
size of my cock that bothered her, but the excess
amount of overhanging foreskin I had dangling from the
end of my cock. Just as she’d get ready to really take
me into her mouth as far as she could, that skin would
trickle down the back of her throat and her gag reflex
would kick in, causing her to have problems. After a
couple more of those reactions I thought about pulling
my skin back onto the stalk of my cock, exposing the
cock head. The first time we did that she swallowed me
with no problem at all.
After a couple more times I let loose of the skin and
let it slide the length of my cock until it was one
again (I suppose) gathered at the end of my cock. She
told me she could feel it sliding down my cock and then
dangling into her throat. She also told me she liked
the feel of it ‘tickling’ her throat and she became
what I would consider an ‘expert’ at cock sucking and
would suck me without me even having to ask her to.
There were many times when she’d come up to me while I
was either sitting in the living room watching my shows
or on the side of the bed and would either undo my
pants or open the fly on my shorts, pull out my cock,
and suck on it like it was the best piece of sweet-
tasting candy she’d ever had in her mouth. She even got
to the point where she could swallow any load I
deposited in her mouth, too. She was a real cum-slut in
no time and it wasn’t unusual for me to wake up some
mornings with her sucking on me and begging me to shoot
my load on her tongue so she could savor the taste
before she swallowed it all.
Now, talk about a ‘wake-up’ call!!!! I would lay there
and enjoy it, then I’d pull her around until her cunt
was over my face and I’d give her the same thing in
return. She loved to feel my tongue on her clitoris and
when I pushed it as far into her as I could. She even
got to where she enjoyed me tonguing her ass hole but
never would allow me to put my cock into her back
there. Not that I wanted to. Her pussy was enough for
me and I enjoyed fucking her every chance I got. Being
without children had an advantage, too.
That meant we could fuck any time we wanted to, any
where we wanted to, and we usually did. It was nothing
to start out in the living room and end up on the
dining room floor, or in our bedroom or even in our hot
tub on the back porch. The only thing she made me do
was put up a twelve-foot wooden fence around the back
yard so the neighbors couldn’t see what we were doing
out there.
Being ‘normal’ people, we would sometimes talk about
the idea of getting others to join us in our sex
episodes. I told her I would like to know what it was
like to sink my black cock into a white woman’s pussy,
especially one with hair. She’d tell me how she’d love
the chance to see me fucking a white woman with my
black cock, too. She even revealed how she’d like to
know what it was like to be with a white man, or – to
my great surprise – with a white woman. Up until that
time I never knew she fantasized about being with
another woman. She even told me she’d like to see me
suck a mans cock one time.
Now I’m the first to admit that sucking a mans cock had
never entered my mind. I’m one of those black men who
would never admit it, even if it was true, but I’ll
admit this, when she mentioned it that time I got some
pretty wild thoughts in my head. It was thoughts like
that that kept our sex lives quite active during our
time together. We would talk about what we’d like to do
but never actually had the nerve to go out and try it.
The fantasy still remains in my mind, after all this
time, but I’ve still not gotten the nerve to actually
try it and, without Cassie by my side, I don’t know if
I ever will.
Little did I realize at that time, that my mind would
be changed for me in only a couple of months.
After Cassie’s funeral I put our house up for sale and
moved into an apartment complex for ‘Seniors’ and their
needs. It was located only about an hour away in the
small town of Smithston. It’s a mostly white community
with blacks scattered around. The area is well kept and
you won’t find any ‘slums’ anywhere in the town. The
area is one of the fastest growing suburbs in the New
Haven area and it’s population is constantly growing.
New businesses are locating there all the time and
there’s always some sort of construction going on
there. The traffic is nice, the people are nice, and
living there is nice, as well.
Anyway, I’ve been here about 2 months now and have
gotten to meet a lot of nice people, mostly white, but
nice just the same. I’ve had the chance to sit and
visit with a majority of them from just chatting to
having meals with them. We’ve become very good friends
and it’s always nice to run into any of them during the
day. I’ve even gone shopping with some of the older men
in the community and have gotten close to two of them,
one black and one white.
The black man is Andy. He’s 81 years old, bald and of a
medium build. The other is Walter, who is also 81 and
has a very nice white beard and mustache. Like Andy
he’s of a medium build and visits the centers gym about
three times a week. I just joined this past week and am
impressed with the exercise machines they have. I’ve
started walking on the treadmill and usually meet
Walter there a couple of times during the week.
Last week we walked on the treadmills for about thirty
minutes and decided to go outside and walk around the
track for a while to cool ourselves off. We did that
for about another thirty minutes and then it was time
to hit the showers. Now I’m not the kind of man who
like to take public showers but once I saw the place I
was impressed. Each ‘stall’ combines two showerheads so
that two men can take showers at the same time. If
you’re good friends it’s not bad to actually shower
with a partner, especially one you’ve been exercising
with all day, as was the case with me and Walter.
Walter and I stand about the same height, with him
being slightly taller than I am and we’re about the
same build, too. I may have a slightly paunchier gut
then he does, but otherwise we’re about the same. I
think we even wear the same size shoes. Anyway, as we
stood there in the shower for the first time, I
couldn’t help but notice his ‘equipment’. I tried my
best not to stare at him, but I couldn’t help myself.
Thoughts of Cassie kept coming into my head about how
she would’ve liked to see me suck another man’s cock.
“I wonder if she meant a black cock or a white cock?” I
thought instantly.
Here I stood, completely naked with a man I’d only met
a couple of weeks ago, and I was already wondering if I
could get him to let me suck on that wonderful looking
cock of his. I couldn’t help but look at it. It
appeared to be just like mine, at least in the
dimensions part of it. He is also uncut, but his
foreskin isn’t as long as mine and it seems to be
tighter then mine is. I found myself wondering if his
skin still covered his cock head when he was hard.
“You like what you see, Jimbo?” I heard the question
put to me.
“W-w-what?” I stammered.
“I’ve been watching you, watching me. Or rather looking
at my cock there, buddy. So, I was wondering if you
like what you see here?” and with that he grabbed his
cock and swung it back and forth a little bit, throwing
water off in different directions.
Without realizing it, my cock was getting hard.
“I have to tell you that I like what I see between your
legs, Jimbo.”
Only then did I look at my own cock and saw it was
indeed getting larger and longer, and quite hard, at
the same time.
Walter looked around, I guess to see if he could see
anyone else in the shower room, and then turned back to
me and reached out and place his hand on my now-hard
cock, pulling my skin up and down and slowly exposing
my cock head to his leering stare.
“Yes,” he said again, “I do like what I see here. It
feels like it’s ready for some ‘action'” and he winked
at me, “too. Are you ready for some ‘action’ (he
emphasized the word again), too, Jimbo?”
“I, I, I don’t know what you mean, Walter?”
“Sure you do, Jimbo.”
“And please stop calling me ‘Jimbo’. My name’s Jim.”
“Not a problem. I was wondering though,” and his
fingers never stopped massaging my dick and balls, “if
you’d like to come to my place for a little fun
together? Just the two of us, that is.”
“Just the two of us?” I asked him.
“For now. I’m sure Andy would love to get into the
action at some time, but for right now I’d like to have
you all to myself.”
Here I was, in a public gym, taking a shower with a
white man I’d only met a few short weeks ago, and I was
being proposed to, asked to go to his place so we could
do something together. I could only suppose what it was
we were going to do together. If I was right, and I was
pretty sure I was, I was finally going to get the
chance to suck another man’s cock. My cock got harder
at the prospect of the fun. I could feel it as Walter
squeeze my cock yet again and I had to admit that the
thought of finally doing something that Cassie had
wanted me to do was beginning to turn me on.
“Sure, Walker,” I answered. “Let’s go to your place and
have some fun together. I have to let you know though,
I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I figured you hadn’t.’
“H-h-h-how?” I stammered.
“By the way you were looking at my cock. I thought you
might like to see what could happen and turns out I was
right, wasn’t I?”
I thought about it for a few minutes before I answered
him.
“Yes, I guess you’re right. I would like to see what
would happen.” And with that said I reached over and
grabbed a hold on his hard cock.
“Yes,” I thought to myself, “let’s see what happens!”
* * *
Walter’s apartment was an exact copy of mine, only in
reverse.
When you walked into my apartment you immediately enter
the livingroom, the same with Walter’s. Directly in
front of me is my kitchen with the cabinet and sink
against the right wall, while Walter’s is on the left
wall. So is his small bathroom. Through the door
leading from the kitchen area in the bedroom, small by
the standards I was use to in my house, but large
enough for one person. For couples the bedrooms were a
little larger, but not by much. There’s always room to
maneuver around the bed in a wheelchair or with a
walker, whichever the resident might be using.
We sat down on the fairly comfortable couch in Walter’s
living area and chatted for a few minutes.
“Would you like something to drink, Jim?” he asked me.
“Just water will be fine.”
“You sure? I’ve got some juice and beer in the fridge.”
“I’m sure. My bladder can’t take too much right now
and, while I’d love a beer, I’d have to pee the rest of
the evening, and I’m sure we don’t want that to happen
right now, do we?”
Walker smiled at me, a nice smile that made me feel
relaxed and accepted. I immediately felt much more
comfortable here in this new apartment.
After getting our water, Walter sat next to me on the
couch, resting his left hand on my right leg. We just
chit-chatted, getting to know each other a little
better. During the conversation I noticed Walter’s hand
would begin to travel up my leg until he was closer to
my crotch. My cock was getting harder by the moment and
I had to strain to get it into a better position that
didn’t make it feel like it was being pinched. After a
few minutes he moved his hand and I distinctly heard
the sound of a zipper, as he opened his pants.
Obviously he had the same problem I did and he had to
readjust his cock to get more comfortable, too. I
smiled. At least we were both suffering from the same
thing.
I reached down and undid my zipper, and the relief was
amazing. The restraint of my pants and my boxer shorts
made my cock hurt and it also pinched my foreskin a
little bit.
Before I had a chance to move Walter placed his hand on
my boxer opening and pulled my swelling cock into view.
I was getting harder as he held me. He reached over,
took my right hand, and placed it on his crotch,
allowing me to feel his hardening erection at the same
time. I reached into the slot of his boxers and pulled
his cock into view, so that we were both exposed to
each others stare.
This was the very first time I’d ever held another
man’s cock, either erect or limp, and I found that it
wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. While Walter
began to pump my cock I started to do the same thing
with his, watching the excess skin of both our cocks
work their way up and down each organ. My skin is
slightly longer then his, and even hard I completely
cover my cock head. When Walter’s hard his head peeks
out just a little bit, exposing his pee hole at the top
of his cock head.
“Were you ever married, Walter?” I asked him.
“For over 40 years. You?” he asked in return.
“Just a couple months over 54 years,” I told him.
“She must have been a wonderful woman,” he commented.
“She definitely was. I still miss her.”
“I know what you mean. I miss Ellen, to.”
“What was your wife like?” Walter asked me.
“She was a wonderful woman. I loved her with all my
heart and soul and we were made for each other.”
Together we both continued to manipulate each others
cocks, even while we continued to chat about our wives.
It wasn’t long before we were both leaking our pre-cum
and feeling it smear all over our fingers as it seeped
from under our skins. My mind began to wonder what it
would be like to actually take his cock into my mouth
and suck on it. I had some very vivid pictures in my
mind of what it would be like.
My thoughts were interrupted by another question from
Walter.
“Did you and your wife….”
“Cassie,” I told him.
“Did you and Cassie ever fool around outside your
marriage?” he asked.
“We fantasized about it a great deal, but never did
anything about it. Why?”
“Just wondering,” he answered.
“Ellen and I did a lot of swinging in our later years
and that’s how I found out I loved to suck on another
mans cock. She had always wanted to see me with another
man. She even wanted me to have a man fuck me in the
ass, but I told her that sucking one would be as far as
I would go. I didn’t even like it when she’d stick a
finger in my ass as I fucked her.”
“I know. I don’t think I could ever take a cock into my
ass, either. I’ve never sucked a cock. In fact, this is
the first time I’ve even held another mans cock.”
With that admission I pulled his cock some more and
exposed the glistening pinkish head that had been
hidden beneath his foreskin. He did the same to me. My
cock head was a little darker then his and he continued
to stroke me, eliciting more pre-cum from deep within
my balls to make its way to the surface once more,
where he rubbed in into my skin. I was doing the same
to him, only I didn’t realize it at that time. It was
only when he mentioned it to me that I realized that my
hand was doing to him the same thing he was doing to
me.
“Why did Cassie want to see you suck a cock, Jim?”
“It was just her biggest fantasy, I guess.”
“Did you ever want to see her with another woman?”
“To tell the truth, I thought it would be a huge turn
on to watch a woman lick her pussy and suck on her clit
until she came in the woman’s mouth.”
I reached for my glass of water, not really realizing
that my mouth had gotten so dry that I could hardly
swallow. The coolness of the water made me feel
somewhat better and I once again began to stroke
Walter’s cock.
Before we could get any further the phone and Walter
got up to answer it. I hated to let go of that cock,
but didn’t really have a choice, considering the phone
was on the kitchen counter.
“Well, nothings happened yet,” I heard him say. “Yeah,
why don’t you come on over and the three of us can
really get to know each other a lot better. The ‘Lot
Better’ was accented and I knew exactly what his
meaning had been. I was looking forward to getting to
know him ‘Better’, too. My hand felt empty since he’d
gotten up and I had had to let go of that wonderful,
hard, uncut cock. I just then realized that I actually
missed holding that cock and was looking forward to
holding it once he sat back down on the couch.
Instead of sitting down he stood in front of me, his
beautiful cock sticking right out and into my face.
Without any second thoughts I reached for it and pulled
him closer until I could stick out my tongue and lap
his exposed cock head. The taste wasn’t anything like I
expected. I’d almost expected to be repelled by the
taste, or the odor coming from his crotch, but that
wasn’t the case. His cock actually tasted quite good to
me and his odor was more masculine then anything else I
can explain.
I know that smell quite well. It’s the same smell I
have on my hand after a long jack-off session. One I
recognize from the smell of my cum. And yes, I do suck
it out of my hand once I shoot my load. Cassie had
gotten me to do that shortly after we got married and I
would do it every time we made out. I’ve even suck my
juices from her pussy and a good fucking and that
seemed to turn her on even more and on many occasions
we’d end up fucking each other again and it always
seemed like my cock would never get limp.
I can distinctly remember that during the early years
of our marriage that it seemed like I walked around
with a raging hard-on whenever we were in the same
room. Many times I’d drag her to the bedroom, strip off
her clothing, and without any foreplay, would fuck my
hard cock into her already dripping pussy. She seemed
like she was always wet and ready for me to fuck her.
After a few licks I decided it was time to go all the
way and I opened wide and took all of Walter’s cock
head into my mouth. He let go of his cock and the skin
retreated back to its original position, completely
covering his cock head, and slipping down the back of
my throat.
At first my gag reflex would kick in and I’d have to
back up a little bit, so that his skin would settle on
the back of my tongue and not down my throat. Only
after a few minutes of getting use to it was I able to
again let his skin slide down my throat without gagging
on it. It actually felt good after a few minutes. While
I wasn’t able to take him completely into my throat I
knew that with a lot of practice I’d be able to, and
that was my goal, to be able to take him deep into my
throat until I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my
nose.
I could feel his fist working on his cock as I started
to suck, too. He’d bang into my nose on occasion, but
after a while we got accustomed to each other and we
worked in unison from then on. On my down stroke with
my mouth, he’s upstroke with his fist, working on his
cock while I did the same thing. His pre-cum got to be
quite heavy, too. In fact, I was sure he was shooting
the first time I tasted it all on the back of my
throat.
“Don’t stop,” he told me. “I get excited awfully quick
and my pre-cum runs wild all the time. It’s not unusual
for me to change my shorts a couple times a day after
some wildly erotic thoughts.” I completely understood.
I was in the same boat in that department. I reached
for my own cock and wasn’t surprised to find it
completely soaked with my own runoffs of pre-cum. It
wouldn’t have surprised me to find a small puddle
beneath us once we finished and got up.
I faintly heard a knock on the door and heard Walter
tell whoever it was to come on in, that it was
unlocked. Once the man (Andy, I assumed) was inside I
heard Walter tell him to make sure and lock it. After
all we didn’t want any undo interruptions while we got
to know each other better.
In a few minutes Andy was standing along side Walter,
with his shorts down to his ankles and his uncut cock
sticking out in front of him. I had to stop sucking on
Walter for a few minutes and admire the new organ as it
presented itself to me. While Andy is perhaps the
darkest black I’ve ever known, his cock seemed to be
even darker. His pubic hair was completely shaved off
and his cock head was poking from beneath his skin.
I reckon he was somewhat bigger then either Walter and
myself, but not by much. His width was larger then mine
and about equal to Walter’s, with more skin on a cock
then I have on mine. The only reason his cock head was
peeking at me was because he’d pulled his skin down his
rod to expose it to me. For suck a black cock his cock
head was a very interesting shade of pink, with a
glistening that could only come from a cock with an
abundant foreskin. I know. Mine is the same way, as is
Walter’s.
Andy got down on his knees and reached out to grab my
cock and the contrast of his black hand against my
white cock was truly amazing. I’ve never experienced
anything like this before and I could only sit there
and watch as he lowered his bald head and engulfed me
in one take. And I mean to the base of my cock without
even reacting. I knew he’d done this before, and
probably with Walter and no telling who else.
As Andy went to work on my cock I returned my attention
once more to Walter’s hard rod. His pre-cum was now
dripping from the end of his cock and I quickly licked
it all up. The taste was just as good as it had been
the first time and this time I was able to take a
little bit more into my mouth with no problems.
“You’ll get it all in there one of these days,” he told
me as I continued to suck on him. I nodded in
agreement.
Andy worked his magic on my cock with his mouth and I
was amazed that his teeth didn’t grate against my cock
as he sucked. I’d find out later that he had a full set
of dentures and always removed them when it came time
to suck on someone’s cock. His gums felt good on my
cock and his tongue did things to me that I’d not felt
since before Cassie got so sick that she couldn’t suck
me any more.
I missed those days very much and thoughts of her mouth
on my cock continued to enter my mind while Andy did
his magic on me. I knew it was a man sucking me though,
but I wasn’t about to complain one bit. After all, I
was doing the same thing with the cock in my mouth. I
found myself wondering what it would be like to suck a
black cock for the first time though and after about
twenty minutes of sucking on Walter, I pulled off and
told them I wanted to suck on Andy for a while.
“Shall we retire to more comfortable accommodations?”
Walter asked us.
We all agreed and got up, stripped off the rest of our
clothing and headed towards the bedroom and the much
more comfortable bed. On the way we each removed parts
of clothing that hadn’t been removed in the living room
and by the time we all got to the bed all that was left
was to remove our socks.
Only after Andy and Walter were on the bed did I
finally notice that there wasn’t a hair on either one
of them! Both kept their crotches shaved and apparently
every other part of their bodies. I wondered why I
hadn’t noticed that when I was sucking on Walter, but
then again I realized that I thought I’d felt kinky
hair when I went down on him, but I guess it had only
been my imagination. It kind of bothered me that I
hadn’t been more conservative the first time. I
promised myself I wouldn’t let that happen again.
“You look like you’ve seen something that you’ve never
seen before,” Andy said to me.
“Well,” I started, “I’m a little embarrassed to admit
that I didn’t realize that both of you didn’t have any
body hair.”
They both laughed.
“When I was sucking on Walter I could’ve sworn that I
felt hair on the end of my nose as I went down on you,
but I guess it was just my imagination.” Now I was
embarrassed at my admission.
“That’s ok, Jim. We won’t hold that against you, but we
will hold these,” and they both motioned to their
still-hard cocks, “against that hot mouth of yours.”
They both laughed and settled down on the mattress,
since Walter had already removed the throw and pulled
back the other covers and sheets. “You ready to join us
down here,” Walter asked.
“More then ready, guys.”
With all our clothing now gone – we had already removed
our socks, too – Andy laid on his back on the mattress,
his cock pointing back to his head and Walter joined
him. They snuggled against each other and then turned
around so that each had his face in the others crotch,
their mouths directly over the hard cocks. I still
hadn’t had a chance to sample Andy’s cock yet, but was
willing to wait until they’d satisfied each other with
their mouths. Once they were done then I’d get my
change at Andy and believe me, I could hardly wait.
While they went to town on each other I sat on the edge
of the bed and watched as the two long time lovers
sucked each other to a roaring climax. I could tell
when each was ready to shoot their load, as they would
both tense up and moan loudly. It was only a matter of
time before I could see two adam’s apples bobble up and
down with each swallow as they greedily sucked the hot
cum from each other, ready for the next shot to be
fired so they could savor it as well. Once they were
done they turned around again and gave each other a
well-deserved hug, and a peck on each others lips, as
well.
This was new for me. I wasn’t use to kissing a man and
I wondered how I’d feel with either of them kissing me.
Would I be able to return the kiss? I actually had no
idea, but I was willing to give it a shot. As long as
neither one of them wanted to fuck me in the ass I was
fine with whatever they would like to do to me.
“Are you ready for some dark meat, Jim?” Andy asked me.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” I answered.
“Then get over here and do your best.”
Moving closer, I reached out and got my first feel of a
black cock. The touch amazed me and I grabbed the whole
thing in my hand and began to pump up and down, feeling
his skin shift beneath my fingers. The feel of his skin
totally surprised me. His cock didn’t have the feel of
my own cock or even that of Walters. It had a velvety
silkiness to it. While his cock was rock hard his skin
felt smooth to the touch, warmer then my own cock, and
yet it felt as rigid as a steel bar. When I worked his
foreskin between two fingers it felt even more supple
and silky.
I couldn’t wait to see what it felt like once I had it
in my mouth. So, without any further delay, I leaned
over and took that tool into my mouth, pushing my
tongue into his loose skin around his cock head. The
same tang I’d encountered with Walter was also on
Andy’s cock, but it was stronger in taste and actually
had a nicer aroma to it. I took a deep breath and
lingered just a little bit while I enjoyed the feel of
this silky cock in my mouth.
I sucked his excess skin into my mouth, allowing it to
slide down the back of my throat and this time there
was no gag reflex action. It slid off the back of my
tongue like I’d had it there many times before, but of
course that wasn’t the case. I just let his cock settle
in my mouth and enjoyed the feel of this different
piece of meat. Since I was new to cock sucking I saw no
reason why I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I could. I’m
sure that if either one of them were to find themselves
in my position, they’d have done the same thing.
I rolled the loose skin around the inside of my mouth,
using my tongue exclusively. I wanted to feel it in my
mouth and after a while I started to jack his cock and
feel the skin move back and forth and it covered and
uncovered his cock head, even while I continued to lick
on it. After a couple of minutes I began to suck on it
and eventually pulled his skin all the way back on his
cock and then concentrated on just his cock head.
I would stab my tongue into his piss slit and push it
as far into it as I could and I could tell that I was
doing something right, as Andy moaned louder with each
jab. His pre-cum was steadily flowing out of his cock,
too. Like myself and Walter his pre-cum was plentiful
and I enjoyed licking it from his piss slot and it
leaked out.
Once I got a stroke going with my mouth I found it
easier and easier to take more and more of his cock
into my mouth and I knew that sometime before the night
was done that I’d be able to deep throat both of them
without any pain and that I’d enjoy it as well.
After about twenty minutes of sucking and licking Andy
let me know that he was about to deposit his load deep
inside of me and I was more then willing to accept it
from him. I’d already had a sample of Walter’s cum, but
not from a load, as I’d only tasted his pre-cum. Now I
was anxious to finally get my first full taste of the
cum of another man. After all, I’d only tasted my own
cum before any of this.
“Here it comes, Jim!” he moaned.
I thought I was prepared for the assault, but boy, was
I wrong! I never knew a man could shoot so much cum
before in my life. All my experiences had, as I’ve
already said, been with my own cum and I wasn’t much of
a shooter at that. If I shot three good loads I felt
thrilled. Andy shot six loads! And I managed to swallow
them all. I don’t know how I did it, but I did. Once he
was finished I pulled back and heard his cock ‘pop’ out
of my mouth and what little bit of cum that was left
draining out of his now-deflating cock, was eagerly
lapped up by me. I gave his cock one final lick and
then lay on my back on the bed, completely exhausted by
the experience of sucking my first black cock.
* * *
I must have fallen asleep soon after I finished blowing
Andy, because the next thing I remember is the light
was beaming in between the slats of the window shades,
right into my eyes. I sat up and had to collect my
thoughts and remember where I was. Then it hit me. I
was in Walter’s apartment and I’d sucked Andy until he
shot his loads into my mouth and I’m managed to swallow
all of it, too. I heard voices coming from the living
room and got up to investigate.
As I entered the living room I was surprised to see
that there were two more guests, one another black man
and the other a black woman, both in the range of about
80 years old. Both were naked as I was and Andy was
fucking the woman (whom I would later was known as
Anita), while she sucked the cock of the other black
man. I found out that they were married (for almost 60
years now) and they regularly joined Walter and Andy
for sexual flings.
While Jefferson (the husband) was getting his cock
sucked by his wife he was busy sucking on Walter and it
wasn’t too long before Jefferson, Walter, and Andy were
all hollering that they were about to deposit their
loads and I stood there and watched.
I had probably been standing there, apparently with my
mouth open, when Anita finally noticed me.
“Well, well,” she stated. It’s about time you woke up.
“I figured for sure you’d wake up with that blow job I
gave you earlier, but you never even stirred!” she
laughed. I had no idea that I’ve been the recipient of
a blow job while I’d been sleeping. Guess I was more
tired then I thought I’d been.
“Was I any good?” I asked her.
“One of the best black cocks I’ve had in a long time,
Jim,” she replied. “You think you’re up to a fuck now?”
I gathered she meant that she wanted me to fuck her,
and who was I to disappoint her?
My cock was already standing at attention and she
disengaged herself from her other lovers and crossed
the room, taking my hard tool in her tiny hands and
manipulating my loose skin up and down, exposing and
then covering my cock head. I had my doubts about
fucking her, as memories of Cassie came to mind, but
after a few minutes all doubt disappeared as I thought
I could hear her telling me it was alright.
Somehow I knew that she would’ve approved so I reached
out and took Anita’s hand and pulled her into the
bedroom, pushed her down on the mattress, still damp
with the juices the three of us had deposited the night
before from our own blow jobs to each other, and then
pulled her legs apart, pushed them back until her knees
were brushing against her rock-hard nipples (some of
the biggest and most sensitive nipples I’d ever seen)
and started to push into her dripping cunt. The juices
already deposited there allowed me to enter her with no
difficulty and with all that prior lubrication I had no
difficulty establishing a nice pace as I fucked into
her as hard and as deep as I could.
With her legs bent back as they were I was easily
getting deep into her pussy, almost to the point where
I could feel the end of my cock banging against the
opening of her uterus. It’s not that I’m that big
(which I’ve already told you I wasn’t) it’s that she
was that shallow. Standing at just over 4′,10″, I was
surprised I wasn’t coming out of her throat as I fucked
into her. For that matter, I was surprised that she
could take Jefferson. He was by far the biggest of the
four of us, with a cock that probably stuck out at
least 9 inches and was just as uncut as the rest of us
were.
Apparently our generation didn’t believe in
circumcision. In fact, as I could recall from seeing
cocks in the restrooms, almost all of us were still in
tact. I can’t even remember seeing one cut cock since I
got here. I suppose it wasn’t a health problem that it
had become in recent years and I can remember, before
Cassie passed away, that one of my friends had actually
gone to the doctor to get his excess skin clipped. I
understand he regretted it after it was done, but by
then it was way too late to do anything about it. I’ll
die with my skin still attached. I love that part of
me, and so did Cassie. I know that Andy and Walter like
it and they’ve made that known to me since I started
with them.
I felt some extra weight on the mattress and opened my
eyes. Apparently I don’t remember closing them, but
once I got them open I found that nine inch cock in my
face and I automatically opened my mouth, a clear
invitation that I wanted to suck Jefferson’s cock. With
my pounding of his wife it was a little hard but I
managed to suck him to a climax and to also swallow his
huge load as well. Anita was the first fuck I’d had in
I couldn’t remember how many years and it felt soooooo
good to bury myself into a nice hot, wet, pussy that I
wasn’t about to stop until I’d made a deposit of my
own.
* * *
Well, moving into this community was the best thing I’d
done since Cassie and I got married all those years
ago. I’ve been here now for just over 8 years. I’m
still quite healthy, as my most recent physical has
proved, and I still get around by myself and still meet
with Andy, Walter, Jefferson, and Anita, along with
about eight other men and six other women. All of us
are well past our 80’s, with me well into my 90’s, but
I’m still having the time of my life.
My only regret is that my lovely Cassie isn’t here to
enjoy this with me, but I know she’d approve. She was
like that. I never did anything she didn’t approve of
and I guess that’s why we were so happy together. We
both loved life, we wanted to make sure each other was
happy and well satisfied, and we loved making love to
each other. With my new life here at the Community, I
have all these friends to share our special time with.
We have our many get-togethers, three times a week and
once a week, usually on Wednesday night, we all get
together and spend the night at either Jefferson and
Anita’s place or one of the other couples who have
larger accommodations. We strip the moment we enter the
door, piling out clothing at the back of the sofa, and
spend the night fucking and sucking on each other, male
to male, male to female and female to female.
There are now twenty of us, so the combinations are
always changing and we each love that part of it. No
one complains, no one has any problems if we fuck or
suck someone’s spouse, and most importantly of all, we
get along just fine. Being a senior, ‘senior’ citizen
does have it’s advantages. We know what we want and
we’re not afraid to go and get it. Don’t ever let
anyone tell you that getting old is a bitch, cause it
ain’t!!!! And we’re all living proof of that.