Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2008 01:06:22 EST
From: comixs@hotmail.com
Subject: Life After Cassie (bi, interracial)

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 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  living room, 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  observative 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 slit 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 laid 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-together's, 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.