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Caught With a Sex Toy

I’m a retired guy and since I don’t cook, I eat out frequently. I have a favorite place for dinner that I try to hit a couple of times a week. I always ask for the same waitress named Beka and we have become good friends. She’s probably about twenty-five so it will never be more than just friends due to a huge age difference, but that’s ok. She’s fun to talk to.

She is going to the local community college and is studying interior design and works at the restaurant at night to make some extra money. OK, it’s a Hooters, so you know Beka is good looking with a nice rack.

Anyway, when I found out she was studying interior design, I told her that my house had been done by a professional interior designer and she might like to see it. No ulterior motives. I just like having good looking girls around. I also like showing off my house. She was more than enthusiastic and said she had a day off over the weekend and could stop by.

So about 2 pm on Saturday my doorbell rings and there’s Beka, looking very cute in a short dress that showed off her great legs. I started a tour and she was very impressed. We discussed some of the designer chairs I had and she was most interested in a large area rug that I had bought in Copenhagen. I also have a lot of original art and she commented on how well the art coordinated with everything else.

My office was the last room I showed her. As she walked over to my desk, she asked, “What’s that?” I looked where she was pointing and the blood drained out of my face. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. Laying on my desk was an Acmejoy masturbation toy that I had plugged in to charge up and totally forgot about it. Busted!

It was fairly obvious what it was so I decided to man up and admit to the truth. “That’s uh, er, a masturbation toy. At my age that’s about all the sex I can get. It’s better than just doing it by hand.”

“So how does it work?” she asked. “And why is it better than your hand?”

Obviously she wasn’t too put off about the fact it was a sex toy. But I guess she knew she had nothing to fear from me.

“Well, to get the best result, I lube up my erect, uh…penis and stick it in that silicone sleeve. You can see all the bumps and ridges inside that massages my, uh, dick. It has two controls. Those two glowing blue buttons. One controls the degree of vibration. The damn thing actually has 10 different levels of vibration. Then the second button makes that silicone sleeve rotate. And there are five different rotation speeds.”

She took the toy from me and inserted her fingers inside the silicone sleeve. “Hmmm, I can see where that might feel good rubbing on your, uh, thing,” she commented.

“Hmmm….that sounds really interesting,” she said. “Can you give me a demonstration of how it works?”

“You mean on my penis?” I was totally shocked by this request. But also turned on.

“Of course on your penis, silly. I’ve seen a penis before but I would really like to see the toy do its thing. You do want to show me, don’t you? I thought guys like to show off their manhood.”

“Well, it’s a little odd. You being fully dressed and me having to expose myself to you,” I said.

“I hope you are not suggesting I get undressed are you?” she replied.

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s just awkward. I’m not used to baring my all to young girls. But I’m willing to give it a try. How much time do you have?” I asked her.

“A couple of hours,” she replied. “Why? Does it take a long time?”

“No, not long at all. But it would be better if I took a Viagra. And that takes about 30 minutes to start working. At my age I need some help.”

“Go ahead. Got anything to drink while we’re waiting?” I popped a 100mg Viagra and mixed her a quick drink and one for myself. We made small talk until I figured I’d had enough time for the little blue pill to do it’s thing.

“Look Beka, it’s best that I take off my pants and sit on a towel. For the device to really be effective I need to put quite a bit of lube on it and it can be messy.”

“Go for it buster,” she replied.

I kicked off my shoes and slipped off my pants and underwear. My dick was already about half hard just from thinking what I was about to do. Beka looked intensely at my dick and said, “Nice cock for an old dude. I’ve never seen and old cock before but they look just like a young one.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” I spread a large towel on my office chair and sat down with my dick now sticking straight up. I generously lubed up my cock with some K-Y. Cocks always look more inviting when coated with lubricant and I could tell Beka was enjoying the show. I took way more time than necessary spreading the K-Y all over my dick. I always enjoyed showing off my cock to the ladies. Then I slowly stroked my dick to get it fully hard.

Beka dropped to her knees by my side. I guess to get a closer look. “Don’t mind me,” she said. “I just want to really see this thing work.”

Then I grasped the toy by the handle and slid the silicone sleeve down over my cock. Each time I press the vibration button it steps up the degree of vibration. I pressed it about four or five times which provided a nice buzz on my cock. Then I pressed the rotation button about three times and the sleeve began to rotate. The feeling was about ten times better than what I could do with my hand.

Beka’s eyes were glued to my cock and the toy. I was loving it. Both what the toy was doing to my dick and the fact that a pretty young girl was entranced with the sight of my cock being masturbated just a couple of feet from her.

“Dude,” said Beka, “I have to tell you that sex with an old guy like you has no interest for me. But seeing your rock hard cock all covered in lube sliding in and out of that toy has really got me hot.”

“I have to warn you but when my orgasm comes, which will happen almost too quickly, I’m going to really make some noise and my body will go into spasms as the cum ejects from my cock into the toy.”

“Sounds fine to me,” she replied, obviously enjoying my performance.

I held the toy and moved it up and down the length of my cock. Beka didn’t take her eyes off of my actions. The sleeve was somewhat transparent and the redness of my cockhead and shaft could be seen inside it. I always wished it would take longer to cum using the toy. I could draw it out a bit by just holding the toy stationary and not moving it up and down my cock but it felt so good moving, it was hard not to do it.

As I stroked the toy up and down my cock, the silicone sleeve was madly rotating and stimulating the shit out of my dick. Every so often I would pull it completely off my cock so Beka could get a good look at it. My damn prick was bright red from all the stimulation.

“Wow,” exclaimed Beka, “that dick of yours is hard as a rock. Not bad for an old dude. I like the shiny cockhead too.”

I had discovered that tilting the toy towards me put extra pressure on my frenulum as the silicone sleeve whirled around and massaged my dick. That put me over the edge.

Then my orgasm came on very quickly. I started groaning as my body writhed in ecstasy. Then I started panting and when the first shot of semen spurted out, I let out a small scream. I bucked and screamed as spurt after spurt rocketed from my dick. Finally it was over and I had to quickly pull off the toy because the sensitivity of my dick was off the charts. I sat there exhausted as strings of semen drooled out of my cock as the major part of my load dripped out of the toy.

Beka clapped and said, “Wow, that was fantastic. The only thing that would have made it better would have been to see the actual ejaculation shoot out. I really love the way your dick looks, all red and shiny. Definitely made me wet.”

“Yep,” I replied, “I like seeing the cumshot as well. I’m happy to hear my dick got you wet.”

“Maybe we can have another session where that can be arranged. Seeing the cum shoot,” she said with a sly grin on her face. Hearing that, my cock twitched and another small jet of semen squirted out.


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Mrs. Sanderson’s Prostate Massages

Mrs. Sanderson's Prostate Massages

I’m assuming this story, told to me by a client is true. Knowing the guy, I suspect it is. Here you go:

So, as you know, I was diagnosed with benign prostate enlargement. It’s typical for a man of my advancing age, and harmless enough, as long as one takes care of it. Let it go, and you get to where you can’t pee with a forceful stream like you should. I was supposed to get some physical exercise a few times a day for fifteen minutes each time, avoid sitting for long periods, eat healthy, and one other thing.

The doctor asked whether I would like prostate massage, then explained what it is. I’m fortunate to have a gold insurance plan, which covers such things with only a tiny co-pay. In this case, $10.

So here’s the deal. The doctor’s office set me up with weekly appointments with a Mrs. Sanderson. She’s a massage therapist. She is trained in several modalities and seems very professional, if perhaps a bit on the spiritual side. Like, she’s into astrology, and uses Indian terms, such as ‘lingam’ to mean ‘penis.’

Anyway, I went to her. She draped me except for the necessary portions of my lower body. Then she placed a gloved finger in my rectum, and pressed all around for quite a while. What an interesting feeling! You feel sort of like you’re going to pee, but you don’t and it’s actually much nicer. I’d love to get this treatment even if I didn’t have BPE.

So, the first time was great. I felt like I was starting to get an erection, but laying face down on the table, it didn’t much matter. I figured she couldn’t see anything.

The next time, she asked whether I felt a need for being draped.

I boldly said “No,” and for some reason, being entirely naked in front of this woman felt very erotic. It didn’t make any sense. She’s older than I am, gray haired, and quite overweight. But friendly. I did get an erection, and there’s little doubt she saw it. You’d think I’d be embarrassed about it, but I quickly told myself it must happen with many of her clients, and so my embarrassment turned to a weird sort of pride. She said nothing about it, and neither did I. It was a bit strange, however, to have an erection, to be sexually aroused, and not have an orgasm. I wanked big-time when I got home.

Oddly, I did ejaculate a bit during Mrs. Sanderson’s session. Well, not really. The prostate massage causes a bit of semen to work it’s way down the urethra and show up at the tip of the penis.

The next appointment was the same. Erection with no one reacting to it.

The fourth appointment, Mrs. Sanderson asked whether I’d feel more comfortable with a release.

I had to think about it for approximately 1/2 second. “Yes, of course!”

After the finger in the butt thing, she removed her glove, put on some massage oil, and gave me an expert handjob. I mean really expert. Somehow, she was able to read my physiology, and know when I was close to squirting. She kept me on the brink of ejaculating for two or three whole minutes. Finally, I squirted quite a bit of cum all over her hand and my belly. It resulted in a big smile from her, and from me.

I have been going to this woman for over a year now, and of all damn things, my prostate has returned to nearly normal size. The doctor is amazed. He says none of his other patients have made as much progress. I attribute it to good diet, the exercising several times a day as he recommended, and of course Mrs. Sanderson’s treatments. Her handjobs have been so good that sometimes she can keep me in actual orgasm, contractions and everything, without squirting any cum for minutes at a time. Finally, she purposely takes me beyond orgasm into ejaculation. Amazing!

My wife knows all about it, and is surprisingly fine about it. I’d think she’d be all crazy, or jealous, or at least I thought she’d say “You’ve gone too far this time.”

But no, she claims to be relieved because I’m not so ‘demanding’ of sex with her. I don’t actually demand it, but that’s the way she feels about it. Since menopause, many years ago, now, she has been much less interested in sex than I. It used to be the other way around. Oh well, Mrs. Sanderson fills the gap nicely.

Oddly, those handjobs of her’s are better than actual sex. Go figure!

Imagine My Surprise

Imagine my surprise, young male

Shortly after we retired, I was at a hot spring resort with my husband. It was a clothes-optional place, which realistically means everyone went without clothes. It was late spring, a little too early for most of the tourists, so we had the place pretty much to ourselves. He and I had been having a wonderful vacation. Most mornings and evenings were still chilly, but it was easy to be nude in the midday sun. We saw a few other couples there, but the place was mostly empty.

Around lunch time, my husband returned to the motorhome to make some food. I was sitting at a picnic table not really doing anything, just feeling the sun on my back, when a young boy, he couldn’t have been more than 18 or 19 years old, walked by. I had seen him a couple of times before. I think he had a job there, because I saw him pushing a wheelbarrow, fixing some sort of plumbing, and so on. Sometimes he was nude, some times wearing jeans and a T-shirt.

This time, he was naked. He stopped, and said “Hi.”

I said, “Hi.”

He then said, “Your back is getting too much sun.”

That was rather odd, because I hadn’t been in the sun nearly long enough to get a tan, let alone a burn.


“I’ve got some sunscreen here. Why don’t you let me put some on your back?”

“Um, that’s OK,” I replied thinking that was a very strange thing he offered.

“No, really, I’ll just put some on you.”

Now, I wouldn’t say I’m prudish, but I’m not interested in being touched by young men who are not my husband, or so I thought.

At the time, although it struck me as a little weird or something, I just figured it would make him happy, so I acquiesced.

After all, I was a middle-aged, actually somewhat beyond middle-aged woman, a bit on the heavy side. Not someone that he, or anyone would find attractive. So, it couldn’t be a sexual, thing, right?

He sat down on the bench next to me, and applied the cream to my back. His hand was surprisingly warm and rather nice in a way.

“Turn around, I’ll get your front, too.”

Why in the world I turned around so innocently, I don’t know. Now, he was sitting on the same picnic bench so close, I could feel his breath. He leaned back just a bit, and applied the cream to the front of my shoulders.

I happened to glance down at his crotch area, and he was half-erect. I almost jumped in fright. This was just too weird. My first reaction may not be what you’d think. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. I guess I didn’t want to look interested, or something.

Before I could even react, he had moved his oily hand down and he was rubbing my boobs, and oddly, was running his fingers very lightly over my right nipple. You’d think I would have stopped him, but I didn’t. By now it was quite obviously something sexual, not just some weird kid applying sunscreen.

I just let him continue. I’ve thought about this moment many times. I can’t explain why I didn’t put a stop to it right away. He rubbed his hands together, getting some of the oil on his other hand, and without asking, he just reached down and put his hand on my pussy. I was horrified, yet I was transfixed. He quickly found my clit with his index finger. He only stroked it like three times. Then he got up, quietly said, “Thank you.” and left. He left me actually wanting more. I wanted him to make me cum.

Nothing like that happened the rest of my time there. I saw him a couple more times doing chores around the place. He nodded. I nodded. He might have winked one time, or maybe I imagined that. That was it.

I thought about it for days. More than anything else, I felt somehow guilty. But I also wondered if I could have handled the situation differently. Maybe I should have invited him to continue. Maybe I should have reached out and touched him in some way. Frankly, I was as confused as an adolescent. I’d never had feelings like this concerning a youngster before. I’ve actually jilled off a few times imagining what would have happened if I had asked him to stay when he started to get up. And, here’s a weird part: I wish I had seen him fully erect. And even stranger, there’s a part of me that tries to imagine what his asshole looks like. I would like to have seen him facing away from me with his anus exposed.

I had to tell my husband. We’ve never kept secrets from each other in our 30 years together, so I wasn’t going to start now. When I told him, I was thinking he’d blame me, or basically accuse me of some sort of reprehensible behavior. He surprised me with a big smile and said he’s going to book the same place next year. Then, he went to the kitchen, came back with a jar of coconut butter, and offered to reenact the whole scene. I accepted his invitation.

Helen and Howard

When we first married, I enjoyed sex. I was somewhat surprised that I still wanted to masturbate what with all that sex going on, but that’s how it was. So, I’d sneak away and wank when I could. No way would I admit to my wife that I masturbated. It wasn’t that I thought she’d be shocked. I figured she might cry because she could assume she’s not sufficiently attractive to me.

Toward the end of our pregnancy with our first child, she lost interest in fucking. I certainly understood. I became horny, and couldn’t find any good opportunities to masturbate in secret.

I let her ‘discover’ me one evening as she came to bed. I though she might freak out, or who know’s what, but she was totally cool with it. So, I took to wanking myself to sleep almost every night.

After the first one was born and things settled down, my wife and I got back to business as usual. She surprised me one evening by saying, “Let’s not fuck. Let’s masturbate side by side.” I thought that was a fun and novel idea. So we did, and it was nice. It was quite unusual and a real nice treat for me. I had never seen her masturbate. I didn’t even know if she ever did. Later I found out that even during our randiest points in time, she also masturbated frequently.

After our third and final child was born, she started in on menopause. She so totally lost interest in sex that I became quite frustrated. I did wank more often in her presence. Because I figured any sort of sexual activity with other women would be ‘cheating’ I never approached any other women. But, being fairly liberal minded, I wondered what it would be like to jerk off with another man. I tried it a few times, and it was really quite enjoyable. In my limited opinion, a man knows how to give a better hand job than a woman.

After the kids were grown and out of the house, I became bolder about jerking off around Helen. I’d wank in bed at night, as usual, but then sometimes, in the living room, while watching TV, I’d jerk off right there in the recliner. At first, she complained that it was distracting, but I kept doing it, and she got used to it.

Most recently, there’s a guy I’ve become very good friends with. Howard. He and I have wanked each other several times. I invited him over to the house to jerk off with me, with all of us knowing full well that Helen would be there. So, he and I went into the bedroom, stripped naked, and did give each other wonderful orgasms while Helen rattled around in the kitchen. When we were done and put our clothes back on, she had tea for us, and a big smile.

That evening, for literally the first time in years, she felt sexual. I think knowing what Howard and I did was a turn on for her. Not enough for her to enjoy intercourse again, but I did lick her to a very nice and strong orgasm.

Even though it seems like my sex life has been less than ideal, I’ve been having a great time, and am very happy to be alive. I can’t wait to see the evolution of my sex life with Helen, Howard, and whoever else shows up.


Sorry for the delay in getting back to you. I’ve been busy. I’m making a website that seriously promotes masturbation. I think that’s a very important message in this age of social distancing. Wanking will help those who are otherwise bored at home, are growing impatient, horny, depressed, or frustrated. It’s not that most folks don’t jerk off already, but to write about and normalize masturbation, will help them not feel guilty or weird about it. To truly know you can have a good time by yourself without having to go visit someone is powerful. It lists 20 benefits of masturbation, then it has over 270 pages of fantasies, memoirs, how-to information and media about, well, just about anything you can imagine in the sexual world. I’ve made it all free and complete, so anyone who is old enough can access the information. I hope to make some money from the website through affiliate banner ads.

The fellow I was telling you about is 73, and quite fit. He could easily be mistaken for 50-something. He and his wife have been swingers, but not so active in that lifestyle lately. So, he and I did get together, and we had a nice time. He’s a retired mechanical engineer, and his workshop is rather spectacular. He has a lathe, oxy-acetylene set, vertical mill, and all the other things you’d expect in such a shop. He has a hot tub installed in his shop, and a special temperature, humidity, and lighting controlled test room. In that room, he installed a bed.

He says he and his wife soak in the hot tub occasionally, but mostly it’s just him. We got naked, rinsed off and got in the tub for ten minutes or so, where we both casually touched each other to mild erections.

Then we went into his special room, and we traded edging handjobs for quite a while. Finally, he came. He said he had never been edged for so long, and so close to the edge. It was like a preliminary to the continuous dry orgasm thing. Edging is like the first step. He expressed interest in learning the actual technique next time we meet up, perhaps in a week or so.

I sensed that after he ejaculated that he didn’t want to do much more of a sexual nature, and I hadn’t orgasmed yet, so I demonstrated the continuous dry orgasm technique on myself. I had him place his fingers on my perineum below my balls, and sure enough, he could feel the urethral contractions. I was somewhat surprised how easily I got into that state, and yet I was able to orgasm without cumming. I only did it for a minute or so, out of deference to his change in mood. He was very polite and cooperative about it, even after cumming. Some guys have trouble after ejaculation staying in the mood to even be with the person they were playing with. I’m sure you’ve run into that.

We got back in the hot tub for a good 15 minutes where we talked mostly about physics, but also about sex, our wives, and so on. We dressed, and talked another 15 minutes. All in all, it was very nice, but not spectacular. I have a feeling in the near future, it will become spectacular.

Meanwhile, the 19-year-old who wrote, wanting to meet up at the nude beach, resurfaced. Finally, he gave me his email address, rather than just communicating through text Messages. He sent me a dick pick. I sent him a dick pick, and he has requested more. He says that my dick looks much younger than he would have figured for someone my age. He says he is ‘on the straight side, but definitely curious.’ I have a feeling that we will meet up eventually, and jerk ourselves off next to each other on the beach. Or, he did express interest in trading handjobs. I won’t push it. I could imagine if he’s not really ready for a male-male encounter, it could be psychologically problematic for him.

Female Continuous

Female continuous orgasm technique

“It seems kind of weird having you, and older gentleman, sitting there watching.”

“Thank you for saying ‘older gentleman,’ rather than ‘old guy,’ or ‘old fart.’ I’m actually sixty-seven.”

“Well, anyway, you’re just going to sit there, fully clothed, while I’m fully naked, and watch me jilling myself?”

“Yes, and coach you, too.”

They talked a bit more, as she, at first sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed, started masturbating, and the older fellow told her exactly what to do.

“Now, remember, the hardest part is to stop before you go into full orgasm. Try to hold that state. Notice the chills, and whatever else may be going on in your body.”

“Oh, my….” she said, as her muscles tensed, and stayed tensed.

“I’m getting it. Oh, yes, I’m getting it.”

“Just stay in the feeling, being really careful not to go too deep into orgasm.”

“You mean, I’m in orgasm now, right?”

“Do you feel chills? A sort of springiness? Something deep in your belly, perhaps?”

“Yes, all those things. Plus, I’m feeling it big-time in my clit.”

“Great, you are indeed in ongoing continuous orgasm.”

“Oh, it’s slipping away.”

“Don’t worry, your body has already learned what you want. It will help you. As your body catches on, it won’t be at all difficult to stay in the state. Bring yourself back up to orgasm, and enjoy every feeling along the way.”


After a couple of minutes…

“Oh! Ah! Here it is again. This is amazing! I’ve had multiple orgasms before, but never just stayed in orgasm. Oh my God! Now I’m getting the pulsing contractions too, but they just keep going!”

“By gosh, you got it on the first try. Many women, and men, have to practice quite a bit before they get to continuous orgasm.”


“Enjoy. Just let it do what it will. Be natural.”

After a few more minutes…

“Whew! That was so amazing! Say, do you ever get naked and masturbate along with your clients?”

“Yes, sometimes, when I’m invited.”

“You know, I could do it some more, and yes, you’re invited!”

Fall Asleep with Wife

falling asleep during wife's handjob

Just like your wife, mine has lost interest in sex. I guess it’s a hormonal thing, and I understand it is common. Some women go for hormone replacement therapy, but my wife doesn’t think it’s safe. She says she misses sex, but can’t stand to participate any more.

Fortunately, she understands my situation, and has been giving me handjobs nearly every day. I have come to really appreciate them, and when I think back on all our years of sex, I really believe I’m having more joy now. I know that sounds odd, but it’s true.

When we used to have sex, it took energy tussling all around in the bed. I had to do things to please her, and there were the times even then, when she, or I, wasn’t interested. Typically, I’d cum too soon, and then have to lick her, or rub her to orgasm.

So now, all of that ‘work’ has disappeared. She just gives me handjobs and doesn’t expect any work in return. She’ really enjoys talking, so as she’s giving me those handjobs, she carries on about her day’s activities, her friends, household things, and so on. Sarah claims she’s getting as much out of our sessions as I do. I’ve wondered about that, and questioned her about that a few times, but I know it’s true, because on many occasions, she’s the one who asks me whether I want a handjob, and she asks with enthusiasm.

As you might imagine, they’ve taken on a new dimension. In the beginning, she’d simply touch me lightly, maybe tickle my scrotum or glans to get me hard, then she’d stroke me to completion, with my cum squirting over her hand and my belly.

Then she learned that I really like testicle massage. It took a while for her to understand that my balls aren’t fragile. They’re like chicken gizzards and can be squeezed quite hard, although within reason, much to my pleasure. I like the slight pain, but of course nothing severe. It makes me feel alive. Sometimes for hours afterward, I feel a certain conscious heaviness in my balls, which I rather like.

Then she discovered edging. She’d bring me to the brink several times before I’d finally ejaculate.

Taking that a step further, between us, with me directing verbally, she could take me to where I’d orgasm, contractions and all, but wouldn’t cum, or maybe a single drip would come out. We were delighted to discover that she could do this to me over and over again. We have even evolved that to the point where she can keep me in dry orgasm for minutes at a time. I’ll feel the most delicious fever-like intensity in my stomach and groin area, and it just keeps going and going.

Lately, it has evolved further. I’ve become so comfortable with her handjobs that sometimes I may not orgasm at all. That’s fine, because I know I can orgasm whenever I want. If not today, then tomorrow’s OK. In the past few weeks, I’ve fallen asleep three or four times with her stroking my totally erect penis. Cool, eh?

Nursing Home

Am I your oldest client ever?

[Yes, at 93, you’re by far my oldest client.]

I’ve been here in this assisted living facility seven years. You’d think I’d have put up a fuss, but no, I knew then, and I know now that it’s a lovely place. Yes, it’s an ‘old folks home,’ but what people don’t get, is that one can make friends here, one doesn’t have to do any household chores, and it’s a very peaceful life. I only wish everyone could afford such a place when they get to my age.

The first year I was here, I had a girlfriend just down the hall. She was 82, but she died after a year. I was so sad. Almost as sad as when I lost my wife. But excuse me, that’s not what you came here for. [He chuckles.]

Oh, yes. We did everything. Well, not quite. We were both too inflexible for some of those fancy positions you see on the Internet. Yes, I do have a computer. I’m quite hip with it. [He laughs.]

So anyway, Marlene and I kissed and hugged, and we had all sorts of oral sex, and we gave each other handjobs. The thing is, I couldn’t quite get hard enough to get it in her. She didn’t mind, with all the mutual masturbation attention. We both had many orgasms together.

Right. As to the hardness situation, I had my prostate removed many years ago. It was supposed to be what they call ‘nerve-sparing,’ but it wasn’t entirely. I can still get hard, but it’s only sort of hard and it’s fleeting, lasting only a minute or two. I have fine orgasms, even when soft, but nothing comes out. There’s nothing in there to produce semen any more. I do miss squirting, but I swear, the orgasms are as strong as, or maybe stronger than ever.

That brings us to George. He’s in the room next door. As one gets older, and opportunities get slimmer, one learns to say ‘Fuck it,’ and you do what you want, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else.

George and I have been good buddies ever since he moved in four years ago. We talked about all the usual stuff. You get a lot of time for conversation in here. And that’s the thing: With the wrong attitude, this would be like being in prison. With the right attitude, it’s a never-ending vacation, and you get to meet all kinds of interesting people.

I do miss driving, but my eyesight, you know. I’m so glad you were willing to come here.

[I wouldn’t have missed it. I really love learning from people with experience.]

[He laughs heartily.]

So George and I got to talking. First it was the usual stuff, football, fishing, the exploits of our children, and so on. Then it was women. Our departed wives. Girls we had known before marrying. Then it was sex. Then one of us, I forget who, admitted to still masturbating in our advanced age. Then one of us, and again, I forget who, suggested we do it together.

We’re old. We can do this shit! People here in the home know. They don’t care. We’ve even been interrupted when staff members barge in without knocking. I wish they wouldn’t do that! I think secretly they admire us. Anyway, when they do barge in like that, he and I just keep going, maybe laughing a bit. We’ve invited the pretty young women to join us, but they always make faces and leave right away.

Now, George and I don’t do what some of the youngsters do – you know, anal and all that. He and I are mutual handjob experts.

By the way, this fancy continuous dry orgasm stuff you talk about is nothing new. I’ve been doing it for 30 years. George too.

If you want to know specifics: I’ll have him get on the bed, and I’ll sit next to the bed, and after some light, gentle stuff to get him hard, and yes, he can still get a full erection, I’ll jerk him off. I’ll keep going even as he’s dry orgasming, and he’ll keep on orgasming, sometimes for minutes at a time. We’ll trade places. He’ll do me. I only get sort of erect sometimes, but it doesn’t matter. We’re both enjoying ourselves. I’ll orgasm for a long while, then we put him back on the bed, and I’ll wank him some more. Finally, he’ll cum, and it’s over, but just for the day. We get to enjoy it all over again tomorrow.

CFNM With Wife

CFNM with wife who's hormones shifted

With my wife these past few years, it’s been lots of CFNM, and not much else. Like many women, after menopause, her hormones shifted, so she lost interest in ordinary intercourse. We used to do everything including anal. Now, she seems to enjoy massaging my balls, edging and jerking me off. She can do it for an hour straight sometimes. Sometimes she throws in glans rubbing, which is hard to take, but I love it.

At first I didn’t know what she gets out of just ‘doing’ me, but I’ve learned that she simply enjoys the conversation. The best conversations seem to happen when she’s working on me like that.

Additionally, I’ll often just edge for long periods of time on the sofa while she’s doing projects, or in bed with her next to me. She isn’t particularly turned on by it, but she puts up with it just fine.

For the first few years of our marriage, I was always too shy to masturbate around her. Then one night she suggested that we each masturbate side by side while watching each other. That really broke the ice. After that, I had no problem wanking around her at all.

As you probably know, when I’m edging, it’s not just edging. I have learned to have continuous, dry orgasms, which is super-enjoyable.

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