Chapter 47

Edgar

	Life had been good to Edgar.  Even, as a youngster, he seemed to be favored with good contacts and good choices that formed his life.  In high school, the school principal took a shine to Edgar and offered him a summer job painting classrooms.  This led to other similar jobs, some arranged through the principal, others by word of mouth.  In a small town of 2500, word traveled quickly of Edgar's expertise in painting as well as his professionalism that, by graduation from high school, Edgar had formed his own painting business.  He prospered, too.  At age 21, he married his on and off school sweetheart and settled into his business while his other classmates headed to college and other occupations.  

	After years of trying to raise a family, Emily, his wife, found she was barren and they lived their life without children, deciding, too, not to adopt but to pursue their own goals together.  Edgar invested well and by their middle age, they were, both, considered well off in this small town.  But just as soon as they determined to spend some of their fortune in travel, Emily took ill and lingered in her illness for the rest of her life.  In effect, whatever travel goals they had were put on hold.  Edgar, instead, put all his interest in his work.  It was his only escape from a life that was confined to looking to Emily's needs. 

	Life continued this way until their 60's when Emily became terminally ill and passed away at age 65.  In many ways, life had passed them by.  Edgar continued to work at his business several years after Emily's death but grew tired of the daily grind.  A heart attack at age 69 clinched his decision to quit work and he sold his business to a younger associate and retired to Carter Court, mainly out of a need for care in his early days of recovery from heart surgery.  

	Suddenly, life took on a new perspective for Edgar.  To begin with, he realized his own limitations.  He never dreamed of illness and always regarded illness as something others suffered.  At times, he even gloated over his physical superiority over others, particularly his wife as he cared for her in her last days.  Now that he had economic security, his health gave way and the awareness of being dependent on others overwhelmed him.  It overwhelmed him precisely because he realized he had never been able to enjoy the benefits of his wealth.  When he traveled, it was never more than 200 miles from his hometown.  He had seen little of the world.  Nor had he participated in much of the world's offerings.  

	As his health improved after the by-pass surgery, he began to look about him and assess how others dealt with this problem.  Several seminars at Carter Court opened his eyes.  There were seminars on evaluating self worth; there were seminars on coping with loneliness; there were seminars on sexuality.

	All of these, particularly the one on sexuality, moved Edgar into a new level of thought, a level he had given little thought to over the years.  Yes, there was sex between him and Emily.  But when he compared his assessment of sex with what he considered the exaggerations of his friends, he saw nothing spectacular in his and Emily's sexual patterns.  The result was that, by the time they reached their late thirties, sex had dwindled down to one or two times a month.  When they reached their forties, sex was down to four or five times a year.  After that, there was little or nothing until Emily's death.  

	Edgar masturbated during this period often and found greater satisfaction in that behavior than any other.  But because of his upbringing, he felt that he was doing something bad, and, with some reluctance, came to enjoy this solitary form of sexuality.  The seminars offered new insights in sexuality, insights that he heard before, but dismissed as too liberal and offensive to the values instilled by his parents.  But he began to see that many others at Carter Court subscribed to this newer sexuality especially men and women he came to know and respect.  He had even heard of sexual goings on at Carter Court, between men and men, women and women, men and women that he found hard to believe.  But he kept his own counsel and looked for some verification of these escapades.

	Once, on a trip to his doctor, Edgar drove down a strip near the airport that opened his eyes.  There were a number of Adult Book Stores along the strip, advertising their wares that included private viewing booths.  He wondered about those and concluded that since Carter Court was located in a city four times the size of his hometown, this shouldn't be unusual.  He made a mental note to check them out when he felt stronger.  

	His doctor helped him here, too.  Sensing Edgar's isolation, he urged Edgar to get out and about and start experiencing life.  He offered particulars such as travel, and, once, even suggested that he masturbate.  His recommendation here was to provide a sense of self to Edgar.  His respect for his doctor grew and he was able, over time, to confide to his doctor on matters of sexuality.  

	At one of his appointments he commented, "Doctor, you mentioned once that I should masturbate.  I've done it all my life, not too often, however.  But I've always felt guilty about it.  Is it wrong?"

	The doctor paused momentarily, then spoke, "Edgar, medically, there is nothing wrong with masturbation.  In the animal kingdom, which includes man, sexual release comes in different forms.  Even if you did nothing to yourself, nature would take its course and give you release in the form of a wet dream.  The guilt you're feeling is probably a result of your upbringing, a set of values you learned from your parents or church.  But, again, medically and psychologically, there is nothing wrong with it.  Moreover, your heart is well again.  The by-pass, in effect, restored you to excellent health and there is no reason, at all, for you not to participate in any sexual activity, whatever its form."

	After leaving the doctor's office, Edgar made a point of driving to the strip and sizing up his options.  He saw that there were many and resolved, then and there, to return the next day and sample its wares.  He returned to Carter Court, however, aroused at the thought of visiting the strip the next day.  Completely unaware of what to expect, he fantasized at the options.  As he mulled these over in his mind, his cock twitched, then hardened and he felt a lusting in his loins that he never felt before.  He gave way to his impulse and stripped naked, sitting on the sofa, catering to the extraordinary hardness that flooded his cock.  He reflected, "I don't ever recall being so hard in my life!"

	To enhance his excitement, he fetched a jar of Vaseline and massaged his hard and throbbing cock even more.  He was aware of new sensations, sensations he'd never experienced before.  Deep inside him, he felt his prostate being squeezed by the tensing of the muscles of his buttocks.  His anus puckered and brought new feelings of arousal, the feeling of being penetrated.  In his excitement, he found the handle of an old potato masher and inserted it deep into his ass.  The sensation was exquisite, particularly as he pressed his extended legs together and squeezed the sphincter of his ass hole.  He enjoyed viewing his tensed up legs as they extended before him.  His stomach, his pubic area, the inside of his thighs cried out for attention.  As his right hand rode his throbbing and pulsing cock, his left massaged, vigorously, the muscles of his stomach, his pubes, and his inner thighs.  The feeling of elation was exquisite and he didn't want it to stop.  He masturbated to the point of coming and stopped it by pressing his thumb over his piss hole, paused, and continued again.  He continued in this pattern for over an hour until he could no longer stand the intensity of his lust.  He let himself go, finally.

	"Oh! God!  Oh! Baby!  Oh! Baaabbbyyy!  Here it comes Baby," he cried in anguish.  A flood of hot cum sprayed his body, drenching his cock and balls, his stomach, his thighs, some of it landing on the sofa and carpet.  He didn't care.  His only thoughts were on the magnificence of this new sexual experience, the magnificence of the pleasure that permeated his cock, balls and asshole, the magnificence that was almost spiritual, ending in a never before experienced peace.  He sat holding his rigid, still pulsing cock, for another half hour, savoring that peace, his breathing subsiding to an occasional deep sigh, and dozed. He woke from his half stupor to ponder this new experience and admitted that sex had never been better at any time of his life.  Edgar masturbated twice more that night and, finally, fell into a deep sleep until morning.

	The next day, he rose early in anticipation of a day of exploring the Strip.  He ate a hearty breakfast at a Bob Evans on the Strip and planned his strategy for the day.  He decided to systematically visit each of the Adult stores and delve into their offerings.

	The number of cars in the parking lot attested to the store's popularity.  His entry, the first of its kind in this nether world, was breathtaking.  The attendant greeted him heartily and he sheepishly went about exploring.  He had never seen so many varieties of books and magazines, catering to every whim and sexual fancy there ever existed, certainly more than Edgar was aware of.  The sexual toys fascinated him.  "What a variety," he thought.  He saw a door leading to the private viewing area.  A sign indicated that he would have to buy some tokens to operate the movies.  He bought the tokens and entered a dimly lit room.  Obviously, judging from the multitude of men wandering about and matching them to the automobiles on the lot, everyone was here.  He, as it turned out, was the only one in the book area.  In the first booth he came to, a middle-aged man, grayed at the sides, sat with the door partially opened.  He paused long enough to note that he had his cock in his hand, moving the shaft up and down, rhythmically, as he watched the film.  He longed to enter the booth and feel that hardness.  Instead, he bided his time.  The day was young and he needed to get an overview of the action.  In the next booth, he noted two men standing with their cocks in each other's hand viewing the movie.  In another booth, one man sat while another knelt between his legs and sucked a throbbing long cock that he judged to be 8 inches long.  Further along, he stopped and watched while a middle-aged man fucked an older man.  By this time, Edgar's cock reacted and he felt the hardness as it pressed against his pant leg.  He needed release but, chose, instead to fulfill his fantasies and returned to the first booth where the man sat alone.

	He peeked in and inquired sheepishly, "Want company?"

	"Yes.  Come in."

	Never having sucked a cock, Edgar decided that this would be his first.  Mimicking what he saw several booths back, he knelt between the man's legs and took his cock deep into his mouth.  He unzipped his own pants to allow his cock some release from the pressure.  As he sucked, he could also massage his own hard cock.  A new sexual passion overwhelmed him as he sucked the man's cock.   It was a sensuality he had never before experienced.  His entire body responded.  His hands sweat; his mouth regaled in the taste and texture of the droplets of precum as they spewed from the man's hot throbbing cock.  The man's "OOHS and AAHS" prompted Edgar to suck with total disregard of self and into a mode of wanting to satisfy his lover.  He sucked hard and deep until the man gave evidence of coming.  He pressed Edgar's head down onto his hot cock and groaned his passionate release of cum into Edgar's mouth.  He felt it hit the back of his throat and tasted the warm, viscous texture of the copious cum.  He knelt there long after he drained the man's cock of its content.  Both regaled in the quiet of the moment.  

	"Thanks.  I hope we meet again sometime," his lover whispered.

	Edgar rose and went to the rear of the room, attempting to assess his first, ever, man-to-man encounter.  His thoughts raced wildly.  "How is it possible to have done what he had never before dreamt possible?  It all seemed so natural!  How was that possible?  Tasting the cum!  It all seemed so predictable; it was as if he had been doing it for his entire life!"

	He wanted to stay and explore further but he decided to continue his explorations at another store.  He reasoned that he could always return later.

	The next Adult Store seemed a little larger.  As in the first, he bought his tokens and entered.  Here, too, a number of men wandered between booths; others stood around rubbing their crotches.  In checking the viewing booths, most of the men sat alone, masturbating, as they watched a film.  Edgar took particular note of, what seemed to be a farmer, in bib overalls, massaging a massive 10" cock.  After assessing the other booths, he returned to the farmer.  
	
"Mind if I watch?" he inquired.

	"Not at all.  Come in, if you like."

	Edgar couldn't resist.  And to accommodate Edgar, the old farmer removed his bib coveralls and sat naked on the bench.  The massive cock was magnificent to behold and Edgar's inexperience with cocks led him to conclude that it was the most beautiful cock he had ever seen.  His one desire, now, was to caress it, love it, taste it, feel it.  He knelt before the old farmer and pressed his hard throbbing cock against his belly.  His mouth searched out the nipples of his chest, hardened with excitement, hidden beneath a heavy mat of gray hair that extended down his chest to his stomach, enveloping his magnificent, hard, throbbing cock.  He sucked long and hard, urged on by the farmer's low guttural moans.  The farmer undid Edgar's shirt and removed it.  And to complete the union of two hot bodies, Edgar lowered his pants to his ankles so that he could feel the true warmth of the farmer's hot cock on his chest and belly.  His mouth moved lower, bathing the farmer's body with warm kisses, his tongue searching out each and every crevice of the farmer's sensuous body.  Upon reaching his cock, his mouth enveloped the hardness that throbbed deliciously and sucked deep.  He alternated between his cock and his balls, tasting the salinity of his crotch.  The farmer raised his legs, his feet coming to rest on the viewing screen, allowing Edgar's tongue to explore freely his cock, balls, and asshole.  The ecstasy Edgar felt in his groin was too much for this novitiate of sexuality.  He signaled his excitement to the old farmer with load moans of pleasure and shot into his hand, taking time to taste his own passion.  For the farmer, Edgar's passion led to his own climax.  Deep thrusts of his pulsing cock into Edgar's mouth led to an explosion of hot cum that flooded Edgar's throat. Unrestrained moans of pleasure attested to his ecstasy as he cried, over and over,  "Oh! God!  Oh!  God.  Take it.  Take it.  Take it!"

	It was several minutes later that both realized that their moans beckoned others and they saw that admirers of their passion surrounded them.  They loved tenderly for long minutes, the farmer breaking the silence.

	"I live about 45 minutes from here.  My wife is away and, if you like, you could come to my place for the afternoon."

	This was music to Edgar's ears.  "Write down the address.  Or better yet, why don't I just follow you!"

	With that, they dressed and left.  Once outside, the farmer wrote out his address and phone number in the event they became separated.  

	The drive took every bit of the 45 minutes that the farmer suggested.  Once at the farm, the farmer, who introduced himself as Sven, led Edgar inside the large and comfortable home.  Everything about the home indicated prosperity and Edgar commented, "You've a lovely place here."

	"Yep, we've been here over 55 years.  It's been hard work, but it brought us a good life.  Someday, I'll show you the whole spread.  Meanwhile, why don't we take a shower or bath, whichever you like?"

	The tub-shower was large.  Sven took the initiative and filled the tub half way and they immersed themselves in the luxuriant warmth of the water.  They sat facing one another, their legs intertwined, their hands caressing each other's cock and balls.  They loved this way for over a half hour, alternating between a sitting position and kneeling, embracing each other in the warmth of the tub, allowing their hands to explore each others intimate crevices, kissing deeply as they did so.  Their cocks ached with arousal, throbbing hard, pulsating, crying out for attention.

	Edgar spoke first.  "Let's lay down and love."

	They rose from the tub, dried and lay in a 69 on the king sized bed that stood just off the bath.  Relaxed and stretched out, Edgar could now take in the wholeness of Sven's beautiful body.  Sven was a big man, tall, that is.  He stood about 6' 2".  The full gray matt of hair on his head accented a lean face punctuated by deep blue eyes.  The stubble of gray hair on his chin pointed to the thick profusion of gray hair on his chest that moved lower, pointing and accenting the magnificent 10" cock that stood before Edgar's eyes and mouth.  The warmth of Sven's hot mouth on his cock distracted Edgar momentarily and he paused in his admiration of Sven's body to savor the fullness of Sven's lips and throat as he sucked his cock deep into his mouth.   Edgar's moans were not lost on Sven.  He sucked Edgar deeply, tasting his cock and balls and asshole, reveling in the pulsating beauty of Edgar's 8 inches.  Regaling in the luxury of Sven's attentions, Edgar returned to Sven's magnificence and they loved in this position for over an hour.

	Edgar realized that he needed to fulfill another of his fantasies.  He wanted to be fucked.  He wanted to feel the magnificence of Sven's 10-inch cock in his asshole.  He wanted to luxuriate in the penetration, the fullness, the animal thrusts of Sven's hard throbbing cock.

	"Fuck me, Sven," he pleaded.

	Edgar lay on his back, legs raised, as Sven oiled and then penetrated Edgar's receptive asshole.  Expecting pain, he delighted in the gentleness of Sven's loving.  His cock toyed playfully and teasingly with Edgar's sphincter until his asshole screamed for love and Sven's huge cock.  It was Edgar who pressed forward and felt the tip of Sven's hard cock slide deep inside him and fuck him slowly and gently.  The beauty of the feelings that Edgar experienced at this point was difficult to describe.  At the least, he felt the sensuousness permeate his entire body, beginning with his feet that massaged Sven's face as he probed deep into his hot asshole.  At best, he could only describe the experience in general terms, in terms as abstract as nirvana, ecstasy.  Even more interesting to Edgar was the fact that as his sphincter tightened around Sven's piercing cock, his own cock hardened even more.  Sven attentions were loving and responsive.  As he fucked Edgar deep, he licked the soles of his feet and sucked his toes passionately.  His left hand pleasured Edgar's hard cock, massaging it gently with each deep stroke of his cock.  The slow fuck and massage of Edgar grew in intensity, each realizing that their loving moved toward finality.  Edgar's low moans of ecstasy led to Sven's more passionate loving of Edgar's feet and cock, punctuated by his own moans of pleasure.  At the pinnacle of this excitement, Edgar screamed, "Sven, give me your love, your hot cum."

	"It's coming, Edgar."  His thrusts deepened and Edgar felt Sven's hot cum explode into his receptive hot asshole.  It was the end for Edgar as well.  His cock exploded into Sven's hand and onto his chest.  Their moans intermingled into a chorus of passion and sensuality for the next five minutes.  Sven's large arms turned Edgar on his side and they lay for more than a half hour, Sven's still throbbing cock deep inside Edgar's hot asshole.  As they dozed, Sven's continued intermittently to loved Edgar's feet, massaging them delicately with his hands and mouth and tongue.

	An hour passed, an hour of loving and small talk during which Sven revealed that his wife would be gone for the week and that Edgar, if it were possible, would be welcome to stay the night.  Indeed, Sven suggested that they become lasting friends, even upon the return of his wife.  He saw no reason to fear any repercussions, his wife, as he saw it, being a simple woman, not prone to jealousies.  Indeed, she felt their marriage was secure enough to warrant friendships, particularly friends on Sven's.  Sven acknowledged that his Adult store escapades were intermittent and usually a result of his needs or his wife's absence.

	These confidences led to Edgar's confessions: his marriage, his business, his lack of experience, sexually, his heart attack, and this new insight into his sexuality.  In the exchange of addresses and phone numbers, Sven saw the perfect explanation of their meeting.  He often provided fresh corn, free, to Carter Court and that his wife would understand the normality of their encounter.

	Over the next months, the friendship between Sven, his wife Helga and Edgar deepened.  After the initial introduction, it was Sven's wife who suggested Edgar's acceptance into their circle of intimate friends, a suggestion that pleased Sven greatly.  Both Edgar and Sven agreed that their sexual exploits be kept as discreet as possible for fear of complications.  It was that sexuality that each cherished and desired to nourish.  So as time went on, they resorted to various means. 

	On some days, Sven would come to Carter Court and spend the day with Edgar.  They could spend an entire afternoon together without raising any suspicions. At other times, Edgar would go out to the farm and, in the summer, they found refuge in the barn, or the woods.  These, they found, added excitement to their sexuality.  In the barn, they often lay in the hayloft atop a tarp, giving vent to their animal urges.  For Sven, the boyhood odors of the farm always excited him sexually.  He and his brothers would often masturbate together in the barn loft and the odors reminded him of his youth and virility.  Thus, when he and Edgar loved in the loft, the smells of the hay, the salinity of their passion, led him to ravage those most intimate recesses of Edgar's body that, until meeting Sven, had been unexplored.  So, Edgar's asshole and groin got as much attention as his feet and he basked in these loving attentions.  Edgar grew to love these expressions of love and reciprocated passionately.  Their most common foreplay position was having Sven kneel over Edgar's face, giving each full access to each other's cock, balls, and assholes.  They would love in this position for an hour or so, ending in a finale of hot cum being sprayed into their faces: their eyes, their nose, their mouth, after which they would lay, face to face, and enjoy their own cum, tasting, kissing, loving.  Edgar, too, developed the passion for Sven's 10-inch cock in his ass.  He frequently remarked to Sven that, in his younger days, if anyone had told him that he would like being fucked, he would have told them they we're crazy.  And, so too, did the barn and the woods around the farm become the locus of their expressions of love, particularly of Edgar's asshole.    

