I never expected to be writing something like this, but I guess sometimes life takes a person into unusual places. A short time ago I had an experience that was very strange, but enjoyable as well—and it seems as though it would be of interest to the community here.
I had occasion to be visiting another state where my ex-fiancé and her family still live. Carol and I had been together for a number of years and I got to know her family well. There were several avid golfers in the family, and we used to play together a lot.
To make a long story short, I had let Carol know that I was in town—there were some business items that we had to take care of and it seemed like a good idea to get those done while I was in town. She was her usual bitchy self.
As we parted she looked at me and smirked, "I'll let Dave and Rick know you're in town. They may want to see you for a round of golf." I let her know that would be fine with me.
She just laughed and said, "I'm sure you'll get a lot more out of it than you did before."
I had no idea what she meant, but didn't worry about it. Dave was an older man and Carol's stepfather, but he had always been great to me. Rick was married to Carol's step-sister, and was also a great guy.
Later that morning, Rick left a message on my phone. They weren't playing golf, but they were going to get together to watch the final round of the Masters tournament. They invited me to stop by for a "guys only" day before I headed home. I decided to swing by for a brief visit on my way out of town.
When I arrived at Rick's large house, I was surprised to see Philip (Carol's adult son) and a friend of his were there too. I immediately wondered if I had made a mistake. Philip and I had been quite close, and he had taken my breakup with Carol pretty hard.
Rick and Dave put me at ease right away, and made me feel very welcome. I was very happy to find that they were still cool, even though Carol and I had had a messy break-up. Even Philip was very friendly, giving me a big hug before introducing me to his friend, Tyler. They had met playing hockey together and how were college roommates.
We went upstairs into Rick's "man cave"—big-screen TV and the works, and watched the computer feed of the early part of the tournament while we waited for TV coverage to start. "Watching," of course was about 10% watching golf and 90% chit-chat as we got caught up with everyone's lives. We also started drinking gin and tonics, which got everyone pretty relaxed too. We started teasing each other in the good-natured way that we always had, and I soon felt very much back at home.
After about half an hour, Dave redirected the conversation by saying, "Well, Mike, it hasn't been the same around here since you and Carol broke up. Everyone's house is a lot quieter now." Everyone laughed and told me that family weekends had been entertaining since Carol and I had sex pretty frequently and she was very loud. Dave and his wife Janice had a very nice house on the beach, and the family would gather there regularly on holidays. Apparently Dave and Rick had heard Carol and me going at it at one point or another—and Philip told about how he got to hear us at home on a regular basis. I joined in the fun for a bit, and the conversation drifted on to other sexual things—mostly frustration with the wives' lack of interest in sex.
Dave's wife, Janice, was Carol's mother and she still went for sex on occasion, but not nearly as often as Dave would have liked. Kathy, the wife of Rick, was not much interested in sex at all anymore and mostly approached it as though she were servicing her husband. Both Kathy and Carol had been violently opposed to pornography—Carol always got pissed off when she found out that I masturbated to porn, even when we were separated for long periods, and she and Kathy would share their disgust about it.
Apparently, though, Janice had talked with Kathy and got her to understand that if she wasn't that interested in sex, it was a good release for Rick to service himself and enjoy his girlies. Janice and Dave had come up with that arrangement and it worked for them. I chimed in that since I was now single, my porn collection had grown significantly. Philip and Tyler listened intently as we older guys shared our secrets about masturbation and pornography.
During a lull in this conversation, Dave casually said, "Maybe we could see a bit more about what we're talking about. Are you guys ready for a little variety in our viewing?" Without waiting for much response, he fiddled with his computer and a soft-porn strip video began playing alongside the golf. I laughed and asked what was up.
Rick explained that they had begun getting together years ago to watch sports "and other stuff" while the women hung out by the pool. Carol had let Philip come along at first "to get it out of his system" and he just continued to come, eventually bringing his friend Tyler along too. They all laughed and said that it had become a good "male bonding" ritual to watch sports and porn. Rick's house was large enough that it was no problem to find places to "finish up," as they called it. One of the back bedrooms overlooked the pool, so occasionally they would jerk off while snooping on the girls in their bikinis.
The video continued and the girl on the screen now was masturbating. After she brought herself to a moaning orgasm and squirted across the bed, Rick asked what we'd like to see next. I was getting a little turned on and a lot uncomfortable, and started to say goodbye—I had about a six-hour drive ahead of me. The guys were a disappointed that I wanted to leave, though, and they earnestly asked me to stay. I finally relented. Having just reconnected with some formerly very good friends, I didn't want them to feel like I was running out on them. And the sexual atmosphere that was going on intrigued me.
Rick chose a nice lesbian scene as the next round and we watched the golfers play "Amen corner" while two cute blondes played with each other. As the girls moved into oral sex, Philip turned to Tyler and said, "This is a really good jack off video," and they both laughed. He was right—the girls were really cute and were sensually kissing and feeling each other's bodies. I was getting hard, even with the other guys around.
Rick got up to refresh everyone's drinks, and as he brought them around he made absolutely no effort to conceal the enormous erection in his shorts. Philip said, "Gee, Uncle Rick, you're really hard."
Dave responded, "We all are, son, it just that Rick is better blessed than most of us." Everyone laughed. By the end of this video, the other guys were rubbing their dicks through their pants. I was startled to see that Philip and Tyler were sitting together on the sofa, making no effort to keep their legs from touching. From time to time they would reach over and rub each other's cocks through their pants. I looked at Rick and saw that his huge member was poking out from the leg of his shorts. He just looked at me and winked.
Dave said, "Mike, you're the guest here, so I think you should pick what we watch next. What do you like?" I explained that I was probably not a great choice since I mostly enjoy watching girls smoke. They were mystified by this and asked me to show them. I went over to Rick's computer and found "Fusswhip" on YouTube and put on my favorite video. That didn't do much for them, but of course I really enjoyed it and the guys watched fascinated as I got turned on. They asked me what she was doing that I found sexy, and wanted to know more about my smoking fetish. While Rick put on another strip video, we talked more about what aroused us and that increased the level of general horniness.
