
Chapter 27
Lloyd
Lloyd was a newcomer to Carter Court. He had been married over 50 years when his wife passed away. His four children had since married and moved away and Lloyd settled into a life of active loneliness, contradictions in terms, it seems, but for Lloyd, it was just that. He was active in his sexuality even though he preferred to go it alone in his sexuality. 
The pattern began when he was young. Often, he watched his father masturbate in the old barn on the farm where they lived. Fully expecting him to jerk off, Lloyd would hide in the loft above the hay enclosure and lay waiting, massaging his cock into hardness in anticipation. It was almost always the same. His dad would come in, take off his coveralls and lay naked in the hay, his hard cock throbbing, his right hand moving in a slow and full rhythm, his left hand massaging his balls, his inner thighs, his belly, and his nipples. With his eyes closed, he would masturbate slowly, sometimes taking as long as an hour before spurting his hot cum into the air and onto his belly. Occasionally, he would insert something into his asshole. At these times, he would groan loudly and his entire body would spasm as he came. Lloyd admired his father's strong masculine body, the hair on his chest and legs, the tautness of his stomach and leg muscles, the ever-present stubble of beard on his chin and face, the gray hairs accenting his nipples and his pointed jaw. When Lloyd sensed his father's orgasm, his own hand would move in unison with his father's and their climaxes were almost always simultaneous. Their moans always intermingled as one sound of passion in the stillness of the barn. Late at night, he would continue his voyeuristic mode, watching his parents fuck in their bedroom that sat adjacent to his. There were no doors on these rooms so it enabled him to crawl quietly into the doorway and take a position near the wardrobe, where, in the darkness of the night, he could watch and hear the sounds of passion and love. From this vantage point, he had a close side view of their bodies silhouetted against the white walls of the bedroom. His mother's legs spread wide, he watched as the long throbbing shaft of his father's cock sank deeply into his mother's hot cunt. There were always moans and whispers. It was mostly his mother's whispers that were audible and the patterns seemed always the same.
"Go slow John. Don't cum yet. Let me feel you deep. Drive your cock deeper. Don't stop. Oh! God I love this. Fuck me John. Fuck me," she would exclaim over and over. 
The springs of the bed sang their own symphony, squeaking in abandon, oblivious to whether anyone could hear. And at the moment of orgasm, they sang even more gloriously. At first, Lloyd was sure that the bed would break, but over the years, he grew accustomed to the gyrations and heavings on his parent's bed of love and masturbated himself into oblivion those nights. These solo acts of masturbation grew in intensity as he watched. 
These voyeuristic trysts were also accompanied by Lloyd's passive sexual encounters. In the small town near their farm was a candy store that he often frequented. The owner, an old man, would often give him some candy and invite him behind the counter as he waited on other customers. Lloyd stood passively while the owner fondled his cock into hardness, and, in moments of idleness, would kneel and suck Lloyd's hard little cock. Sometimes, he would turn the store over to his brother and take Lloyd to his apartment above the store and undress him and press his body to his as he masturbated. He would always climax on Lloyd's body and crotch. Lloyd's passivity remained throughout as the old man licked his crotch dry of the cum and invariably brought Lloyd to a climax, sucking him dry, licking his balls and asshole in one action. Afterwards, they would return to the store, and, sometimes, if there were nothing to do, Lloyd would stand by the rest of the day and accept the old man's candy and gropes. It was not uncommon, on these days, for Lloyd to come four or five times in the old man's mouth, often sitting in the backroom of the store on some soda cases.
As Lloyd grew older, new horizons opened up for him and his sexuality. Once, on a trip to a large city, Lloyd took leave of his parents to explore. The big city was everything Lloyd dreamt of. The possibilities were unlimited. He found the Greyhound and Trailways stations and, under the pretext of going to the bathroom, he entered a new phase of sexuality. The long urinals allowed him to view cocks of all lengths and widths. He also found that the stalls allowed him to view the action at the urinals with abandon. It was here, too, that he found the "glory hole," an institution that became a staple for Lloyd for the rest of his life. He began to explore the varied functions it provided and was introduced to "anonymous" sex and loved it from the beginning. He found cocks being offered to him as he sat on the toilets. It was here that he first attempted to put his mouth on a cock and liked it. He found joy in reciprocating the actions, often inserting his hard cock into the glory hole and being rewarded with reciprocity. He thought back to his father's insertions into his asshole, and decided to implement this same strategy with the glory hole. He found that he could place his hot asshole against the hole and, always, feel a warm, throbbing cock slide into his hot asshole and feel the warmth of the hot cum as it spurt deep into his ass. Here, too, he could reciprocate. He would insert his cock into the glory hole and, instead of the warmth of a mouth, he would sense the warm of a tight asshole, welcoming his cock and his cum as he fucked the asshole hard and emptied his hot jism deep into his anonymous lover's hot asshole.
On one occasion, he met an older man at the Greyhound Station who invited him to his room at a hotel nearby. Lloyd accepted, hoping to experience something new in his sexuality. He was not disappointed. When they arrived, the old man undressed him and himself and introduced Lloyd to his big 9-inch cock. He proceeded to make love to Lloyd in a manner that excited him. True to his passivity, he let the old man take the lead. What he got was a tongue bath from head to foot, the old man's tongue searching out parts of his body as well as crevices. The old man's tongue found Lloyd's asshole and probed deeply, sending shivers down Lloyd's spine as he lay and felt the love of a man as he had never before felt. The old man offered Lloyd his hard and throbbing cock and Lloyd received it with relish, sucking him deep and rhythmically. Just as he was about to come, he turned Lloyd on his belly and drove his hot, throbbing nine inch cock into Lloyd's hot ass. Lloyd felt the hot cum splatter inside him, his sphincter milking the cock dry. He returned the favor by kneeling over the man's face and driving his cock into his mouth. The warmth and smoothness of his mouth, the old man having removed his teeth, was better than anything Lloyd had expected. He fucked his mouth hard as the old man kneaded his balls tenderly. The passion welled up in Lloyd's testicles and it wasn't long before he shot his large, hot load into the old man's mouth.
Lloyd also found in this larger city, a small, cozy newsreel theater, the kind one found in all larger cities at that time. The theater was invariably packed, people coming and going. On his first day, he sat next to a middle-aged man. It wasn't long before he felt the man's knee move towards his. He stood his ground and before long, the man's hand slivered over to his knee. He had an instantaneous erection. The hand proceeded to fondle his crotch and, before long, Lloyd's cock was out and in his hand. Lloyd's hand reached over to feel his newfound lover's crotch and found his hard cock instead. After a few moments of passionate manipulation, they both came. After this encounter, there were many more, less precipitous ones, but, nonetheless, as passionate.
Lloyd married in his twenties. He entered the period of raising a family. Regardless, his masturbation continued, particularly at those times when his wife was incapable or unwilling to provide the daily sex that Lloyd needed. At those times, too, he sought out his old refuges but with greater care for fear of being found out. Then came a critical time in his life, finding permanent work. The outcome was serendipitous. He found the job and the way of life that suited him best. He became a long distance hauler for a large trucking company. A whole new sexuality emerged after this and continued until his retirement 40 years later. In effect, he found the truck stop and the gratuitous sex attached to it. To Lloyd, it was heaven!
In his early days, he had his favorite haunts and cities. One of them, particularly on the layover, was Cleveland, Ohio and Payne Avenue. Here truckers from all over gathered and frequented the water holes and restaurants along the street where one could find anything for the wanting. Getting a room at the flophouse hotels in the area was never difficult except on weekends and Lloyd solved this by renting a room by the month, an expense that the trucking company was willing to pay. As time went on, his acquaintances grew and his preferred friends catered to Lloyd's every whim. One such friend was "Cookie." Cookie was an advertising executive who loved truck drivers and had a room of his own in the area. Their attraction was sealed after their first few encounters. After that, Lloyd had a mate and a room at no cost. And their love life grew and prospered. When in town, they would meet for dinner and drinks. Then they would take refuge in their room and fuck the weekend away. And fuck they did! After showering, they resorted to their favorite position of leisure and loving. Lloyd would lie on his back, legs spread. Cookie would assume a similar position on his back with his body at 2:00 o'clock, his head between Lloyd's legs in direct proximity to his asshole, balls and cock. While Cookie explored and teased, Lloyd, with his left hand, would have a firm grip on Cookie's cock and balls, teasing, caressing, and loving. This would continue for hours until passion took over and Cookie craved Lloyd's hot cock in his ass. He would raise his legs high while Lloyd inserted his hard cock in his ass, and, while embracing his raised legs, drive his hard cock deep into Cookie and fuck him wildly and without restraint until he shot deep into Cookie, both moaning uncontrollably. At these times, Cookie's cock stood erect for simultaneous pleasuring and it was quite common for both to shoot in unison. Afterwards, both would collapse on the bed and rest, only to resume their positions and lovemaking an hour or two later. Pleasurable rest occurred between orgasms and except for short catnaps and eating, their sexual marathons went on for the duration of Lloyd's stay. 
Once on the road, the rest stops took over for sexual trysting. In more remote areas, the "glory hole" still existed and there was something magical and mystical about it for Lloyd. There was no question that anonymity had something to do with it. In any case, Lloyd loved seeing a nice big cock poke through the hole that he could have without reservation. And it was equally magical for Lloyd to stick his cock into the hole and feel the warmth of a mouth or an asshole greet him.
At home, things went on normally for Lloyd. His leisure time was spent raising his four children. It also seemed that his sexual escapades on the road aided and abetted his sexual prowess at home. He seemed to be energized upon returning from his trips and his first thoughts were for his wife and her cunt. The usual pattern was to come home, kiss his wife, take a shower and head for the bedroom. When the kids were younger, this was usually not a problem. As the kids entered their teens, they tended to be a little more circumspect in their sexual exploits that, at times, were a little rowdy. But there were insights to be gained from all of this. Once, upon returning from one of his trips, and each, being a little more horny than usual, they threw caution to the wind. They were pretty sure that the kids were nowhere to be seen and, after the usual libations and ablutions, stripped naked and proceeded to make love in the bedroom. In the heat of passion, they neglected to shut the door. Lloyd remembers it this way.
 
"After showering, I went naked from the bathroom to the bedroom, sensing freedom in movement, my cock half hard in expectation of Ellie's hot body. Ellie lay naked, her legs spread, her pendulant tits at rest, her tongue savoring her lips in expectation of their loving. I, literally, walked onto the bed, knelt over her head and stuck my semi-hard cock into her warm expecting mouth and fucked her with abandon. My balls hung loose, gliding over her chin, my asshole puckered and twitching at the sensuousness of this new strategy. I held onto the bed board and fucked her mouth deliriously. I withdrew momentarily to deep kiss her, my ass and cock dangling high as I knelt above her and Ellie whispered, 'I think we have company.'" 
 
What happened next stayed with Ellie and Lloyd for the rest of their lives. Lloyd paused momentarily and whispered, "Let's pretend we don't know and get on with it." His memories flew back to those times when he watched his parents fucking. He often wondered if they knew he was there, watching. To her surprise, Ellie found herself in agreement and they both fucked with renewed vigor. For both of them, a new aspect of their sex lives emerged. They realized that they were enjoying being watched. At once, Lloyd's cock grew more rigid than ever and he moved his cock into Ellie's hot cunt and drove it in violently. Ellie responded with her own violent thrusts, meeting Lloyd's hot and hard cock as he thrust deeper and deeper into her hot cunt. Not wishing to cum in this heat of passion, he withdrew once more and shoved his cock back in Ellie's mouth for her to taste her passion. Then they reversed. Lloyd turned quickly on his back while Ellie moved to the top in a 69 position, she sucking his cock with passion and abandon; Lloyd sucking her hot wet cunt with deep thrusts of his tongue. The bed shook with their excitement. They were both able to catch a glimpse of their 16-year-old son, half hidden in the doorway, clutching his crotch, obviously excited over this escapade of his parents. Their excitement became even more visible now. Ellie knelt on the side of the bed as Lloyd drove his hard pulsating cock into Ellie, their bodies silhouetted for their son, the deep and wild penetrations clearly visible and erotic for any viewer. Both realized this and this drove their passions to new heights. Orgasm was imminent and neither held back. Ellie screamed first, "Oh my God, fuck me baby. Fuck me hard. Fuuuccckkk me. Give me your hot load. YES. YES. YES."
Simultaneously, Lloyd screamed, "Here it comes baby. TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" as he thrust harder and deeper. The bed shook wildly. Their bodies responded. Ellie's pendulant tits dangled erratically with each of Lloyd's thrusts. Their orgasms came as never before. Then they collapsed on the bed and rested. 
Later, they discussed this new aspect of the sex lives and agreed that it added a totally new dimension to their passion and sexuality. They agreed, too, that they would continue to "forget to close the door to their bedroom" in the future. 
Now that Lloyd was alone at Carter Court, the older patterns of his sexuality grew in intensity. At Carter Court, off the recreation room where billiards was the main preoccupation, was a bathroom. Lloyd noticed in that month or so at Carter Court, the comings and goings and decided to find out for himself if sex was part of the scene. He checked it out frequently. A pattern emerged. When he entered, there were usually several standing around, seemingly talking. As his presence became more familiar, he noticed that standing at the two urinals was a ritual and that some looking and touching was occurring. The "regulars" began to accept Lloyd and, in a few weeks, he found himself part of a playgroup that enjoyed each other sexually. In particular, he grew fond of Del, a 76 year old that reminded him of his former "lover" Cookie. 
Del took the initiative. "How about coming up to my place for a drink, Lloyd?" he asked. 
"Gladly," Lloyd responded and they headed for Del's apartment. Once in the door, all formalities ceased. They embraced as if old lovers and kissed deeply. Before Lloyd could move, Del fell to his knees before Lloyd, dropped his pants and sucked him deeply. Pleasant memories of Cookie flooded Lloyd's mind as he drove his cock into Del's hot mouth. They quickly undressed and fell on the bed in an embrace, each searching, pleasuring, teasing, and loving. Lloyd and Del's cock seemed to find a vigor that had been absent for a long time. They loved tenderly, sucking each other's balls and cocks, exploring with their mouths and tongues each others crevices. Del pleaded first for Lloyd's cock in his ass, and like Cookie of old, lay on his back, cock hard, legs raised, awaiting his thrust. Lloyd drove his hard wet cock into Del's hot ass and fucked him as never before. Lloyd, meanwhile, paused, withdrew and pleaded for Del to fuck him. Del raised his legs high and drove his hard cock into Lloyd's hot asshole. He moaned in ecstasy as Del filled his ass with his hot cum. Simultaneously, Lloyd, stroking his hard cock, shot his load high onto Del's chest and his own stomach. As Del licked the cum from his belly, Lloyd could not help but think that this was a new beginning.
 
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Author: Jim Stanley is now 70 years old, a retired 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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