Chapter 29
Wally
Wally had just turned 73 when his world of normalcy caved in. His doctor had ordered an angiogram, and, upon waking, he heard the words: "I'm afraid you can't go home. You're going to have triple by-pass surgery at 6:00 A. M. tomorrow. You have 95% blockage in one artery, 85% in another, and 75% in another. But the prognosis is good. You're healthy and everything looks favorable. There is about a 2% chance of any complications." 
He remembers the shock as well as the acquiescence. "So be it," he recalls saying and the doctor left. Months later and, years later, in fact, the unspoken questions raised by this dilemma still remained vivid in Wally's mind. His thoughts raced back to his home and his garden. All these years, he prided himself on his independence and suddenly that independence was threatened. "Who would take care of the house and the garden," he thought. "Will I need assistance in the aftermath of the operation?" was another question. "Whom could I call on?" he wondered. In years past, it was Wally who came through in the clinch for others. He never called on anyone to help him. In fact, he considered it a weakness to ask for help in any circumstances. His life motto was, "Stand on your own two feet. Don't whimper. Handle it yourself if you want it done right." There were other questions: "Will I be the exception in that 2% failure rate? If I am, what will I have to do? Will I need a nurse? Will I need a nursing home? Who will take care of the house? Who will handle the real estate transactions if I need to sell? What if I get senile and can't cope with these decisions?" The questions went on and on and, fortunately, he had only 18 hours to think about them. Otherwise, it may have driven him crazy. Oddly enough, he wondered about his sex life, too. Up to that point, his libido served him well and daily masturbation was as normal as brushing his teeth. 
Now, a year later, he looks back on these trying days in bemusement. First, he was not one of the 2%. His operation was successful and, though suffering some discomfort in his chest when he coughed or sneezed because of the severed rib cage, his return to normalcy was quick. His hospital stay lasted 3 days; he walked a slow mile the first day home; he showered alone although with a little discomfort from bending over. Most of all, with a Cheshire cat grin on his face, he remembers his doctor saying on the tenth day visit after the operation, "Well, you're in good shape. I want you to get into an exercise program immediately and I want you to masturbate as soon as you get home. It may not feel as good as it did before, but in time, that will change. Meanwhile, you're good for another 19 1/2 years. Any questions?"
Wally remembers his reply, "No, no questions. And I'm not worried about the next 19 years. But I am worried about that 1/2 year." They shook hands and Wally left.
A year had passed and the specifics of the operation and the pain receded from his memory. He volunteered for a program at the hospital that sent persons like himself to visit heart patients on the eve of their surgery to allay any fears they might have about the outcomes. Its philosophy was, "See, I made it! You'll make it too." Those quiet assurances not only helped patients but helped Wally as well. He benefited from the good feeling of helping others through their trauma. He got into an exercise program that was strenuous at first, but which gave him strength in the long run. Soon, he was back to his gardening, his house cares, and his daily sex routines. But now he decided to relax and enjoy life and, with a friend, launched into a vigorous plan of traveling throughout the world. That's when he decided to sell the house and move into Carter Court, a decision which would relieve him of the obligations of caring for the house and allow him to enjoy life to its ultimate.
Since entering Carter Court, it seems his libido had increased ten-fold. He dreamt sex; he tasted sex; he smelt sex; he felt sex; and, he heard sex. The hearing came in the form of noises emanating from the apartment next to his in which old Charley and Jim dwelt. Charley and Jim were lovers and, thanks to strong libidos and Viagra, carried on their sexual Olympiads daily. The walls of Wally's bedroom and theirs were back to back and the nights and days were filled with groans of sexual release and love. He admired Charlie and Jim immensely and, often, wished he could participate in their sexual escapades. He dreamt sex. When he heard the loud groans of his neighbors' lovemaking, Wally would always strip naked, take out the Vaseline, and mentally join in their loving with a slow but firm movement of his hand on his cock. His left hand massaged his balls, his thighs, and his belly. But in his fantasy, it was the hands of Charlie and Jim massaging and their orgasms were almost always simultaneous. He tasted sex. Across the street from the senior apartments was a large park and from the window of his apartment, he witnessed the coming and goings of apartment dwellers and strangers at a rest room just off the street. Suspecting trysting of one sort or another, he explored and often enjoyed the salty taste of a hot cock and warm cum of some of his senior neighbors from Carter Court. He smelt sex, too. His traveling companion, JK, and he, would often spend an entire day in bed, loving, caressing, cumming, resting and cumming again. In their prolonged and extended sexual exploits, they came to enjoy the masculine and clean sweat of their orgies. They lay for hours feeling, touching, and loving, their heads in one another's crotches, licking, tasting, sucking, smelling each other's manhood until sleep took over. Often, waking, they would begin again and continue for a good part of any day. They were compatible in the extreme, and, as Wally often remarked to anyone wishing to hear it, the sex since meeting JK had never been better. 
JK and Wally's first trip was a gay cruise to Panama. Neither had experienced a cruise, let alone a gay cruise, at this juncture in their lives. And it was with some fear and trepidation that they embarked on this venture, the fears stemming from their ageism biases, thinking it would be a cruise emphatically geared to the young and the effeminate. What they found, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. They came to appreciate the normalcy of the curve in the gay world. They began to realize that gays came from all walks of life. At their table sat a retired cardiologist and his lover, a retired teacher. Also seated at their table was an MIT professor and his lover, and an apartment owner from Boston. There were men and women from all walks of life and ages 17 through 85. It was the first time in JK's and Wally's lives that they felt a sense of family and community. And this heightened their sexual appetites. On board, they felt free to demonstrate their love and affection for each other. Small signs of affection were everywhere and in good taste. The rampant sex they expected to see was nowhere to be found. At least, it was never overt. And so it was with them. Their freedom to show affection on deck without censure led to tender lovemaking in their cabin during the day and the night. Late at night, on deck, in the darkness of the night sea, they found time to love in a dark recess of the deck, lovingly and without fear. They even found time to fulfill some of their wildest fantasies. On a secluded beach in Costa Rica, they stripped and swam in the warm ocean, feeling each other's body beneath the surf as well as the penetration of Wally's hard cock in JK's hot ass as his legs straddled his waist and they kissed. They both enjoyed the feeling of the deep penetration in the warm waters of the Caribbean as well as the spasms of Wally's cock as he shot warm cum into JK's ass. They even mimicked the famous Burt Lancaster love scene in the warm surf before returning to their bus and the shuttle boat to return to the ship. They experienced marital bliss on this 14-day venture to Panama, Costa Rica and Mexico.
There were other trips with new experiences. Their Cuban adventure was memorable for two reasons. First, it appealed to their sense of renegadeness. Cuba being off limits for Americans, they flew to it from Canada. Second, they stayed at a resort that was designated as clothing optional. They experienced nudity first hand and found it exciting. Their days and nights were fed with the fantasies of naked men and women and they would often replay these scenes in the quiet of their beach front cabin, sharing with each other the feelings of their fantasies. JK, for example, envisioned being taken by a group of men, fucked hard, sucking each cock after it had shot its hot load into his ass. The parading nude men of the resort fed this fantasy in their lovemaking. JK would come ecstatically as Wally fucked him hard, JK screaming, "Fuck me," entertaining visions of five or six men standing about to take their turns at his hot ass. Wally, too, had his moments and fantasies. He envisioned a group of men standing around him, masturbating and cumming all over his body. In a finale that might seem bizarre, he saw those same tanned, sweaty bodies urinating over his cum covered body, his own cum spurting high into the air as the warm piss rolled into the crevices of his groin and asshole. What was important to both Wally and JK was that they shared these fantasies openly and without inhibition, adding to the sensual and intense outcomes of their lovemaking. Cuba, itself, helped their sexual dimension. The easy-going and relaxed sensuality of the Cuban could be seen everywhere: in the jineteros (hustlers) and prostitutes on the streets; in the music of the cafes and clubs; in the sensuality of their dress and movements. 
In Scandinavia, they found totally new experiences. Through the Internet, they came in contact with a Seniors group in Stockholm that invited them to one of the weekly dinners and meetings. One of the men, Nisi, invited Wally and JK back to his apartment in the Old City, and, after a few drinks, proceeded to massage their cocks into hardness. They moved to the bedroom, where Wally begged for Nisi to fuck him, doggie style, as JK lay beneath and sucked his hard, throbbing cock. The lovemaking went slowly and deliberately, Nisi fucking Wally's hot ass, withdrawing and allowing JK to suck his wet cock. After what seemed like hours, Nisi roared, "I'm coming. I'm coming. Take it baby. Take it," shooting his hot load into Wally's ass, as JK sucked hard and fast on Wally's cock until he shouted his hot cum into JK's mouth, "Oh! Baby, take it." Meanwhile, Nisi moved to JK's cock and sucked him hard and dry, JK's own screams bringing this orgy to a climax. "Oh! God. Suck it dry. Suck it. Suck it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he continued and they rested in a sweaty heap on a Swedish bed in Old Stockholm. It was in Stockholm, too, that Wally experienced the rush of sex in an open public urinal. He came to the public urinal quite accidentally. But as he stood, pissing, he grew conscious of another mature looking man standing nearby. Naturally, he glanced to his right and saw the man stand back from the urinal, his hard cock pissing a golden stream. Wally felt his face grow hot and the head of his cock tingle at the sight of this hard cock. He stood mesmerized and watched the man turn slowly toward Wally, smile, and move to a closed stall. The suddenness of this encounter, the sense of culture difference gave Wally pause. But the man's civility and sexuality took hold and Wally followed him into the stall. The man stood on the toilet, his pants down to his ankles, his cock hard and throbbing as Wally entered the stall. It was almost as if cock and head were made for one another and Wally's hot mouth moved onto the hard cock and sucked deeply. His left hand massaged the Swede's inner thighs and in seconds he felt the Swedes deep thrust of his cock into his mouth as a torrent of hot cum spattered the back of his throat. He gulped it down and continued to deep throat his lover, massaging his hard cock as he did so. He came soon after, his hot load hitting the seat of the toilet and the floor. 
From Stockholm, they took the overnight boat to Helsinki. The night started quietly, but, in the bar, a party had just started and the merriment grew in relation to the number of drinks. Before they knew it, the Americans, as they were called, were drawn into the circle of festive Finns and bombarded with affectionate hugs and squeezes until everyone, including Wally and JK were quite drunk. The next morning, after disembarking and taking refuge in their Helsinki hotel, Wally and JK attempted to reconstruct the events of the preceding evening. It seems, two of the Finns had a cabin and, after loudly proclaiming that Finns love their senior citizens, drew Wally and JK to their cabin and bed and, after disrobing Wally and JK, proceeded to show them just how much they, in fact, did love them. They stripped Wally and JK and proceeded with a Finnish massage, massaging every crevice of their bodies. Their tongues found their bodies, too, licking and sucking every crevice. Wally came first. JK followed soon after. But it continued. As Wally and JK watched, the two Finns took turns fucking each other's hot assholes. Each came quickly and returned to Wally and JK, who renewed by the exhibitionism of the Finns, fisted their hard cocks. The Finns reacted quickly to this new prospect and knelt on the side of the beds while Wally and JK took turns fucking their hot asses. Wally and JK came simultaneously, shooting another load into the Finns assholes, all collapsing in a heap afterwards until their arrival in Helsinki the next morning. 
Nothing in Helsinki is officially gay, with the exception of a few openly gay bars. But since Wally and JK were in Finland, they wanted to experience the uniqueness of the Finnish sauna. After checking their guidebooks and asking discreetly at some of the gay bars, they decided on the Kaivokatu, a sauna that was not gay but where, as the locals put it, "events" happen. They set aside an entire afternoon for this experiment and were not disappointed. In the center of the bathhouse, there was a swimming pool where men swam naked. The only clothing of the bath was a towel that some chose not to wear. The crowd was decidedly older, it being an afternoon in the middle of the week. It was Wally who noticed it first. There seemed to be a steady movement of men towards the rear of the bathhouse and they decided to check it out. They found two saunas: a dry and a wet. It was to the wet sauna that all seemed to be heading. The dry sauna was empty, the glass of its windows being completely visible. As Wally and JK stepped into the wet sauna, the steam hit them with force, making it difficult to see. Someone standing next to JK said in broken English, "Don't worry. Your eyes will soon adjust." And adjust they did. The sauna was large and, after moving around, there were about twenty men present. Better yet, all were engaged in some kind of sex. On one of the lower ledges, lay an older man on his belly, his legs spread wide. A middle-aged man lay on top with his long 9-inch cock moving slowly in and out of his ass. Two men stood nearby, feeling the movement of the long, wet cock as it penetrated the old man's ass. The old man's mouth was busy as well. He sucked a hard six-inch cock while his right arm massaged the man's balls and thighs. On the upper ledge, two others sucked each other in a 69 position, one kneeling over the other's head. On another side of the sauna, on a lower ledge, a younger man lay on his back with his legs raised high while a very old man fucked him hard and deep. As they adjusted to the dimness of the sauna, Wally felt a hand move to his crotch and then felt the warmth of a hot mouth on his cock. The sensuality of the sauna brought instant arousal to Wally and he relaxed by thrusting his now hard cock into his new lover's mouth. This was not a hurried fuck. He slowly moved his cock in and out, feeling the expert tongue flick its textured form over the head of his dripping cock. JK succumbed to another mouth that moved over his body from the arch of his feet, up his leg, into the crevices of his groin, on to his breasts where it lingered lovingly on his sensitive tits, and into his mouth. As their mouths met, their cocks touched and engaged in his lover's hand and he felt the gentle stroke of two cocks masturbating on top of each other. The other hand pressed his head hard so that their mouths and tongues entwined in lust and abandonment. He could hardly breathe and eased off, but his lover was undaunted. He bent over, grasping his ankles and offered his hot ass to JK, who now entered into the excitement of the bath. Behind him, pressed close to him, was Wally's back and ass. Using Wally as leverage, he drove his hard cock into the man's wide asshole and fucked vigorously. He came in moments, groaning uncontrollably. Wally took JK's cue and fucked his lover's mouth passionately shooting his hot load deep into his unknown lover's mouth. Afterwards, they left the sauna and headed for the swimming pool that cooled them down and relaxed them for the moment. The afternoon continued this way, Wally and JK returning to the sauna at least twice more, one to cum, another to take in the energy of the sexuality of a Finnish sauna.
Back home, once again, Wally and JK continued their daily lovemaking, often beginning early in the morning, sometimes, lasting until early afternoon. Then they would shower, eat, and spend the day together doing whatever caught their fancy. For Wally and JK, life could get no better.
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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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