I saw Pete down at the beach several times over the next week. He was extremely happy each time I saw him. We had several discussions about our foursome and he wanted to continue exploring his sensuality, including more anal. Both he and Mickey had crossed the threshold together. Both had freed themselves from years or perhaps, decades of curiosity. Both had feelings of fulfillment in themselves, a self-satisfaction as well as for each other. Both were curious as to what lay ahead. He spoke about he and Mickey going on a sex and nudity cruise down to the Florida Keys and he was collecting a large quantity of Viagra for the trip. Enviously, I suggested that he take me and Terry, too, since the boat had two staterooms.
Pete loved his new hobby, acting like a he'd discovered a new world. He talked about his curiosity of trying anal and the full feeling of being fucked. I volunteered to break his cherry. I'd gladly explore and facilitate his curiosity.
One afternoon, on the deserted beach and with my dog in the shade under the cocoanut palms, he sucked me dry in what I consider the very best blowjob I've ever had - and it only took about seventy years to achieve it. And what made this blowjob so good, you ask? Why was this blowjob different from all other blowjobs? First of all, it was a work of art coupled with a strong desire to please and satisfy with new techniques, with some self-satisfaction thrown in. He truly made love to my cock, slowly and with all deliberate care, drawing my little semi into a full-fledged super tractor-trailer. He loved licking me, rimming me and caressing my prostate from the inside-out. He took me down his throat and never gagged. I could feel his throat tighten like a vagina. My pubes tickled his nose and he let me slip nearly out of his mouth. And then he did it again. As he drew my orgasm closer, I could feel it slowly rise and with an anticipation I don't ever remember feeling before. As he slowly withdrew, he sucked the head. I felt it throb and pulse as he filled his mouth with my seed. He swallowed some but spit a huge glob on my dick. He took me back into his mouth and slid his tongue around, When I was clean, he let me slide out. And he was smiling.
"Peter, that was some great blowjob! Whatever came over you?"
"Well, I've watched enough porn, fer' chissake!" We laughed while I got dressed. "But really it was like I was thanking you for showing me the way and for being a good friend. I really got into it, didn't I? I got really into enjoying your physical reactions. I crossed over, you know. And I became really wild, didn't I? I see what the whole attraction is...I see why sex with another man is so good. I mean, we know what to do...it's just basic sex. I get it and I like it a lot."
This was a friendship to love.
I saw Terry, too, for a workout. She effused about her sexual exploration and how she felt proud, accomplished, daring and a zillion other feelings. She told me that she and Mickey had hooked up several times since. She said that they had experienced extraordinary sex, too. She described it as being very uninhibited, very freeing and extremely satisfying. She said that for Mickey, it was like she opened a tap. To some degree, Terry and I felt like shepherds leading their flock only the flock had taken off for sexual parts unknown. We felt very good about that. And, for a bunch of old folks, we still had it in us.
Terry was a randy fucker, as well. When Pete and Mickey went up to New York for a couple of weeks, Terry and I partied, And partied. Thank goodness for Pete, who had donated some of the little blue pills to the cause. In fact, Pete had given them to Terry to give to me! How fortuitous.
But getting back to Terry...Little and fleshy, boobs galore and a shaved snatch. When she told me, "I love your dick. It's just the right size to stuff in my ass," I knew that we would have a good time. Face to puss, my tongue was an inch away but the scent of her womanhood nearly took me over the edge. With a sweet musk, it attacked my senses and the pheromones went into overdrive. I dipped in and savored the scent and taste. It was so good, I licked her slit from end to end, drooling from her juices. Her clit popped out from under its' hood as I nibbled it. I moved down to her butt but I smelled funky so I moved back to the goods. Another night for that. She moaned and thrashed about and it was all good.
One night, after getting her good and sloppy, I got up and slid into her. She pushed into me and pubes to pubes, she kegeled me in tight. A few more of these and she was ready. I pushed her knees up and slowly withdrew. I rubbed my head against her pucker and pushed the head in. She flinched and then pushed back against me. I slid right in there, too. Nothing to it. But then, and I mean just like that, I felt my erection suddenly vanish. I felt myself go flaccid. I was only in a few inches when it happened and it brought me back to reality quickly. I pushed in hard but my penis felt like putty. She squeezed to draw me further in but it had the opposite effect and she ended up expelling me. She turned and looked at me quizzically.
"I don't know what happened." I said abashedly. "I took the pill...I...I..."
"Ssh. It's okay. Just rest. Here, lay down." I know that she felt bad, given the fact that she was almost there but believe me, I felt much worse.
I lay next to her and we talked for awhile. We made out and felt each other up for a while. I went down on her and brought her to a thrashing climax. Still, I never got hard again. Viagra be damned, my dick was dead to me.
For days, I pondered this problem. Then I came to the realization that I'm old and getting older each day and there was no remedy for that, no little blue pill. I'm entering my last phase and there is no stopping it, that's the fact. Just run with it. Sometimes my dick works, sometimes it doesn't. That's just the way it is. Accept it. Still, this depressed me and I found myself falling into old, depressing bad mental habits.
Fortunately, Pete and Mickey had returned from their trip. Perhaps they could reawaken the dragon.
"Yeah, we got home a few days ago. It was a great trip...wrapped up some business and saw my grandkids. I'm going down to the beach in a few minutes. Want to meet me? Smoke one?"
"Sure, Pete. I'll see you in a few."
As I got to the beach, Pete pulled up in his Wrangler. "Listen, I can't stay. I just got an important call that I have to take back at my office. Mickey says dinner at seven tonight at our house. Is that okay?"
I pulled in at seven with a good bottle of wine. Mickey met me at the door with an appetizer, a slice of Chinese roast pork with waterchestnut. "I ordered in Chinese tonight, I hope you like it."
My mouth was full so I just smiled.
"Good. Come on in, we have a lot to get to tonight. Peter is in his office but he'll be right out. Terry should be here any second."
I was a little embarrassed to see Terry, recalling my impotence the last time we encountered each other. I hoped that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for us.
"Come on out to the deck while I set the table. So how are you? Long time since we've seen each other."
"I'm okay. Just keeping on keeping on. And you?"
"Couldn't be better. Both Peter and I seem to be rejuvenated these days. We're very imaginative with our sex play. And we fuck like bunnies!"
"Good for you! I wish I could say the same."
"So I heard. I saw Terry and she told me of your meltdown. But none of that matters, tonight, I promise you, you'll shoot like Old Faithful! Guaranteed."
To tell you the truth, I wasn't thrilled that Terry had broadcast my dick failure and I was feeling a mix of annoyance and shame. I was taken aback and I lamely and quietly said, "Uh...That sounds pretty good to me. I certainly hope you're right."
