Chapter 30
 
Jack
Jack was an easterner by birth. However, of the 75 years of his life, he had spent 55 of them in Ohio. Jack arrived at Carter Court three years ago and settled into a happy retirement with Carter Court providing the amusement he needed, both social and sexual.
 
Socially, he met an assortment of people who occupied his days in a variety of ways. Bridge and poker was one; dancing was another; and, traveling another. Sexually, he had more than he could handle. His sexual preferences were quite catholic and ran to the extremes that his childhood had provided when he was a boy. One was a mild exhibitionism. His thoughts ran back to the days of naked swimming at "the rocks," as his peers called it. It was an isolated area along a saltwater bay where huge granite blocks ran about a mile or so, protecting the Pennsylvania railroad tracks that ran beside the water. The kids used to congregate here and swim naked as well as moon the passenger trains that ran often along the shore route on their way to New York City. Sexual play was always in evidence but never overt. He remembered the time when his neighbor playmate sat on the "rocks," alone, sunning and massaging their cocks into firmness and shooting all over their stomachs. It was this same neighbor kid who introduced Jack into sucking his first cock, albeit reluctantly. It was not a pleasant experience, but an experience on which he looked back in later years with a certain fondness. He concluded that the size of Red's cock, as his playmate was called, was what created this aura of fondness.
At this time, too, it was where Jack often went to swim alone, often wading far out into the water and massaging his cock into hardness and masturbating under the waters over and over again. For some reason, this form of masturbation in the warm waters of the bay excited him in ways he could not describe. But he went with the feeling and frequently masturbated 4 or 5 times in succession. Once, while walking along the beach with his father, he asked for permission to take a dip. His father sat on the rocks and watched as Jack, in his underwear, waded out into the deep water. Certain that his father wouldn't notice anything unusual, Jack slipped his underwear to his ankles and masturbated in full view of his father, coming not once, but three times. The excitement of his concealed exhibitionism gave new intensity to his orgasms. He imagined his father doing the same, since, on two occasions, he walked in on his father in the act of masturbation, once in a shed and, again, in the living room when he and his father were home alone. 
The regular beaches where the townsfolk swam were about a mile north of the "rocks," where Jack encountered other forms of sexual excitement. Most people donned or removed their bathing suits in the tall reed bushes that formed a perimeter around the beach. Jack was able to conceal himself in these reeds on occasion and observe the sensual nudity of the bathers. Sometimes, the actions went further than the donning or removal of suits. He sometimes caught glimpses of men massaging their cocks into hardness and masturbating with complete abandon in the reeds before returning to their families or friends. On particularly hot days, Jack would prolong his sexual escapades on his way back home. He most often took to the woodsy area on his way home and paused at his favorite hiding spots to masturbate. Often, they were grassy plots hidden in the woods where he would strip naked and fantasize while he played with his cock and balls.
Once, along the isolated beach area, he ran across an old fisherman casting into the surf. He stopped and talked, mostly friendly banter, but eventually, the subject came around to sex and masturbation. Jack sensed a mutual interest and excused himself on the pretext of going to the bathroom in the bushes nearby. He stripped naked and lay on the reeds with his hard cock in hand and watched the old fisherman stow his gear and slowly walk to where he lay. Without a word, the old fisherman knelt beside him, removed his dentures, and took his cock into his mouth. It was the first time he had ever had his cock sucked free of dentures and the sensation sent shivers through Jack's spine. It didn't take Jack long to cum. He shot into the old man's mouth, moaning deliriously. But there was more to come. The old man stripped completely, standing naked before him, revealing a slight paunch, gray chest and pubic hair, and a sizable 8-inch cock with huge balls. 
"Turn over on your stomach, sonny," I'm going to give you some hot cum. Spitting on Jack's receptive asshole and wetting his hard bulbous cock with additional spit, he gently inserted his hard cock into Jack and fucked him slowly. Since this type of casual encounter had always been one of Jack's greatest fantasies, he was ecstatic and signaled his delight to the old man with load moans.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck that hot ass of mine," he cried. "Take me, do what you will to me. I'm yours," he exclaimed louder.
The old man responded to his passion with hard thrusts of his cock into his asshole, digging his bare feet into the beach sand. He came hard and passionately. "Take it baby. Take it. Taaaakkkeee it," he screamed. He withdrew his throbbing cock from Jack's hot and moist asshole, turned him over, and fucked his mouth for his finale, shooting the last drops of cum into Jack's receptive mouth. They lay still for a long time afterwards, Jack licking the old man's shaft dry of its juices, taking his large balls into his mouth, tasting the saltiness of the sweat in his groin and asshole. Coated with sweat, they lay in the grass and sand of the beach for another half hour, toying playfully with each other's body until the old man remarked, "Sonny, why don't we wade into the surf and wash off a bit." The cool waters of the bay were calming and sensuous and they waded out and stood chest high in the water. The old man's hands took charge and washed Jack's body as he stood in the surf. He embraced him from behind and Jack felt the stirrings of a new arousal. It was reciprocal. The old man's cock found renewal in their playfulness and penetrated Jack's ass once more. He fucked him deeply and vigorously until he came a second time. Jack's excitement spilled over into another orgasm as he masturbated in sync with the old man's deep thrusts. 
"Do you come here often, sonny," the old man queried. 
"About once a week," Jack responded. "But, after this, I'll be coming here as often as I can find you here," he added. In fact, there were many other encounters. Later, they would meet in other places and the old man would take him home when his wife was absent, either out shopping or on a trip visiting her elderly parents. On those occasions when the wife was away, Jack would often offer some excuse to his parents that allowed him to stay overnight with the old man. At these times, the sexual escapades were only limited by the imagination of the two. To begin with, they would sleep together, naked. But usually, there was no sleep to be had. Each would explore the other's body throughout the night. For the old man, Jack's body provided the stimulus he needed to maintain an almost constant erection, something, he confided to Jack, that was nigh impossible with his wife of 50 years. He introduced Jack into the world of foot fetishes and Jack responded with his own fantasies that coupled sucking toes and feet with massage, foot and body. For Jack, having access to the old man's body for whatever suited him was ecstasy. So he often had the old man lie on his belly or his back and massaged him tenderly. This was sexual foreplay for Jack at its highest degree. 
He often had to suppress an orgasm as he massaged the old man's body, delving into each and every crevice of the old man's body with his hands, mouth and tongue. If he lay on his belly, Jack would begin his massage at the nape of the neck where the spine met the head. He would massage the warm oil into the neck and shoulders as he knelt over the ass of the old man. Always, Jack's cock was rigid and wet with excitement. He could even insert his cock into the old man's ass as he massaged slowly but firmly. He would work his way slowly down the body to the ass where hands, mouth, and tongue took over. As he straddled the old man's legs, his warm hands would knead the old man's cheeks, allowing for an ever so slight penetration of his ass hole, usually with his thumbs. The sighs and moans of the old man aroused Jack to new heights of sensuousness and he would, at these times, let his mouth roam tenderly over the old man's buttocks and asshole, his tongue playfully penetrating the relaxed anal opening. As Jack's lust grew ever stronger, his tongue would probe deeper and deeper into the old man's asshole that yielded to louder and more pronounced sighs and moans on the part of the old man. But this was just the beginning. Jack, now in control, would turn the old man over on his back and continue his sensuous massage on the front. 
By this time, the old man's cock stood rigid and Jack would sit on it allowing it to penetrate deep as he began his massage of the old man's shoulders and chest. He lingered long here, gently tweaking the nipples into heightened sensitivity. As he massaged, his own ass, filled with the old man's 8-inch cock, rode it gently. For Jack, this was ecstasy since he could control the depth of the old man's penetration and take time to savor its size and hardness with squeezes of his sphincter muscle. This would send the old man into a frenzy of passion and he would often plead for Jack to ease off lest he would come prematurely. In that, there was total agreement, namely, that they would postpone the orgasms until they reached an intensity neither could bear. By the time Jack reached the old man's feet, the massage took on new meaning. For now, Jack coupled the gentle massage of the old man's feet with the warmth of his mouth and tongue as they glided over the soles, instep, heels, and toes of his feet. Sometimes, at this point, Jack would reverse his sitting position with his back to the old man's head and sit on his rigid cock.
For Jack knew that once he began to massage the old man's feet with his hands, mouth and tongue, orgasm would be imminent for the old man. And often it was. His whole body would gyrate and pump to meet Jack's asshole as it rode up and down. 
Coupled with the massage, the old man would experience his most intense and violent orgasms, shooting his hot load deep into Jack's ass. At these times, too, he would turn Jack over on his side and suck deeply Jack's semen covered asshole, drinking the fruits of his labor and passion. Now it was Jack's turn to reach Nirvana. It happened in various ways. Sometimes, Jack would kneel over the old man's chest and with a few quick strokes of his now hot and stimulated cock shoot on the old man's face and chest. What the old man didn't swallow, Jack did. He would bend over and lick the old man's face and chest dry of his cum. Often, they would share the cum, kissing deeply and passionately, tasting, then swallowing, then napping. Sometimes, Jack would move him to the edge of the bed and, with the old man on his back, raise his legs high and penetrate deep into his hot, moist asshole. This way, he could caress the old man's feet as he fucked him deep and hard. The foot caress along with the deep and rhythmic movement of Jack's cock in and out gave new meaning to fucking for both. Jack would come in a torrent, often withdrawing his cock midway, and shove it into the waiting mouth of the old man who milked Jack's cock of the remaining vestiges of his hot cum and passion. 
Once, when the old man's wife was to be away for the weekend, Jack got permission to spend the entire time with the old man. A new contrivance greeted Jack. In the basement, the old man introduced Jack to a homemade leather sling. Both could lay in it with legs raised high and assholes wide and receptive and enjoy hours of slow and sensuous fucking. The old man wanted Jack to be the first to experience his ass. And they got right down to business. In minutes, the old man lay in the sling, totally naked and receptive to Jack's advances and felt the slow and deep penetration of Jack's 7-inch hard cock. This was unhurried sex at its best. Hardly a word was spoken. But from the groans and sighs of both, it was apparent that both had found another plateau of sexual excitement. For the first time, Jack had an unobstructed view of his cock entering and withdrawing from the old man's ass. His position allowed him to watch as the head of his cock expanded the sphincter, as it drew out and then into the hot receptive asshole of the old man. Better yet, he had access to both the old man's cock and feet. As he fucked slowly, he massaged the rigid cockhead of the old man and, simultaneously, licked his feet and sucked his toes. And because the sling offered a relaxed mode of fucking, there was no hurry to reach a conclusion. Jack fucked the old man for over an hour, pausing every now and then to suck his rigid cock and swallow his balls whole.
They fucked this way for over an hour, each enjoying the benefits of the sling. For Jack, there was the feeling of utter sensuality, the presence of a totally naked body on its back, being fucked slowly, deeply, and tenderly. For the old man, there was the same feeling of utter sensuality, watching a naked body and a hard, rigid, throbbing cock enter his asshole. But there was more. The old man felt the sense of trust, the sense of another man penetrating him at his will, the sense of submission to this act of sexuality. He could have cried out at this moment: "Take me Jack. Do with me what you will. I'm yours. My ass is yours. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep." And Jack did, coming, finally, with an intensity that began deep in the muscles of his balls and asshole and shooting hard into the old man, shooting in long thrusts of his cock, not once or twice, but ten or more times. Afterwards, they rested. 
Then they showered and napped. But it wasn't long after that, perhaps three hours, that Jack woke aroused. He remembered the enjoyment of the sling and felt the tingle of arousal in his loins at the thought of him experiencing the same. He looked toward the old man next to him asleep. But he also noticed beneath the sheet, the throbbing hardness of the old man's 8-inch cock. He gently moved the sheet back to gain a better view and was astounded at the magnificence of his hard throbbing cock. It was too beautiful to resist and he moved closer to the old man and took his cock deep into his throat as the old man slept. He tasted, licking the underside of the glans with his hot tongue, allowing his mouth and lips to slide down the cock to its hairy base of gray. He took each ball into his mouth, then both and sucked intently, massaging the cock with his free hand. His tongue found the groin and the asshole and tasted the sweat of their earlier labor of love. It wasn't long before the old man woke and responded to Jack's passionate advances with thrusts of his own, moving his cock in and out of Jack's mouth as he sucked. By this time, Jack could stand it no longer.
"Take me on the sling. Let me feel the wonder of that magnificent cock in me, now," he begged the old man. 
"It's yours," he responded and they moved to the basement and the sling, naked, the old man's hard cock throbbing with excitement, Jack's cock dripping with strings of pre cum as it poured from his cock. In a wink, Jack was on the sling, his legs raised high, his hot asshole relaxed and open to the old man's 8 inches and thrusts. The old man breathed hard with excitement and moved his cock into Jack's receptive hole. They both sighed simultaneously, Jack at the wonder of the penetration; the old man at the warmth and tightness of Jack's nubile asshole. But it was Jack's moans that dominated. He had never experienced the feeling of lust connected with being fucked deeply and tenderly. The tightness gave way to a feeling of relaxation and passion and all Jack could think of and beg for was continuity. His only wish now was that the old man would fuck him forever. The feeling in his groin and balls and ass was pure sensuality and he succumbed to it totally. An hour of bliss passed and the old man began to move toward closure. The pace of his thrusts increased. Jack felt these thrusts in the throbbing rigidness of his cock. And then it all came. The old man screamed, "Jack, baby, take it. Here it comes. Ohhhh myyyy Godddd! Jack, take it all."
And with a rush, Jack experienced something totally unexpected. He felt the warmth of the old man's hot cum, mingled with driving spurts of urine, filling his asshole to satiety, causing his own hard cock to jump with excitement at the feeling of fullness in his lower intestines. With a few strokes of his hand, he shot high into the air as the old man continued to pump his hot cum and piss into Jack's body. The old man's hand moved along Jack's stomach, mopping up his hot cum, tasting, licking, sharing it with Jack. They stayed in this position until the old man's cock grew soft. Then they showered and slept blissfully for the rest of the night.
These thoughts flooded Jack's mind this particular night because he had just received notification of his high class reunion. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of returning to see some of his old classmates. But more, he felt the urge to revisit some of the areas of his childhood sexual exploits to see if anything had changed or if anything had remained the same. 
The class reunion was as he expected it to be. Everyone had grown older but had retained the personality traits of their younger days. It was hard, in some instances, to recognize the person. But when personality traits insinuated themselves into the conversation, invariably, recognition occurred. After the reunion, Jack spent one day revisiting the beach area and "the rocks." Shore erosion and backfill from sludge dredged from the bay changed the whole character of the area so much so that Jack had difficulty recognizing the areas of his earlier sexual escapades. Then he remembered his early boyhood friend, Red, and wondered if he still might be around. After some discreet inquiries, he found Red, living alone in a nearby small town. He was now 76. His wife of some years had passed away and there were no children. He drove to the town and looked up the address and decided to make a call. It was a true reunion. Red had indeed remembered Jack and they sat around for hours reminiscing about the past. But the reminiscences revolved mainly around who was around and what they did. After dinner and a couple of drinks, Red insisted that Jack check out of the motel and move in with him for a couple of days. Then, as Red put it, "We can reminisce to our heart's content!"
Jack agreed and they drove together to the motel where Jack checked out. They decided to make a day of it and continued exploring the old town and the old haunts, followed by dinner and drinks. When they returned home, instead of being tired, both felt rejuvenated and changed into relaxed clothing to continue their discussion of the past. After a few more drinks, things relaxed even more. Red changed into a pair of shorts. Jack did the same. Red said it first: "Do you remember how we used to play around when we were kids, Jack. Over the years, I've often thought about those days and how much fun we used to have."
Jack smiled that knowing smile and responded, "Yes, I still remember when you tried to get me to suck your cock. I don't think I did a very good job of it. But I never got a chance to explain why."
"Oh! I remember it well. I remember better those times we came together," Red volunteered.
"How's that big cock of yours now, Red? Still working'?" Jack continued.
With that, Red opened his shorts and the same large cock that Jack remembered from his youth appeared before him. "There it is Jack. Needs a little encouragement but still workin'. How about yours?"
Jack's cock was already hard with anticipation. He opened the top button of his shorts, unzipped the fly, and out popped his hard throbbing cock. Red rose from his chair, dropped his shorts, and moved toward Jack, kneeling before him, taking his hard cock into his mouth. "I've been wanting to do this for the last 60 years," he mumbled, taking Jack's cock deep into his throat. 
The unexpectedness of the moment took Jack by surprise, but, when he recovered, he whispered to Red, "Let's get in bed."
Only seconds passed before they lay naked before one another. Red's cock stood hard and throbbed uncontrollably. Jack needed no other invitation. He knelt over Red and, taking his cock deep into his throat, he sucked rhythmically and passionately. The newness of it all was too much for Red. He screamed, "Take it Jack. Here it comes. Take it. Taaakkee iiittt!" The hot load of cum hit Jack's uvula and he sucked him deep. Red's moans accelerated as Jack knelt over him and shot his hot cum into his warm, expecting mouth. After cumming, they lay in a 69 position savoring each other's cock, balls, and groin and slept. During the night, each woke hard and continued to explore their fantasies, Jack begging for Red to fuck his hot ass with his big 10-inch cock. Red, too, clamored for fulfillment and sought Jack's 8-inch cock for his own pleasuring. 
The next three days of Jack's stay passed quickly, too quickly. In fact, both saddened at the thought of departure, but, after some discussion, agreed to continue their newfound friendship with reciprocal visits. They separated happily, Red, at the thought of a trip to Jack in Ohio in the next month; Jack, at the thought of the fulfillment of an old fantasy and the realization that the fantasy would continue.
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Author: Jim Stanley is a retired 70 years old, senior who enjoys sex tremendously. Fantasy, he feels, is essential to this mix and his stories reflect this. Jim says to all those Wankers out there, go for it. Fantasize and enjoy!!! He would enjoy your reaction to his stories. 
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