We, the residents of our care establishment, had all been offered an experimental implant and out of some fifty people 'in residence' something like half of us had agreed to be willing volunteers to test the effects. The implant was said to substantially enhance sexual enjoyment and activity in more elderly people – and it proved to work excellently well, especially if my own experiences were anything to go by and most of us enjoyed the effects thoroughly.
The one strange side-effect however was that the implant seemed to warp our sexual orientation so that normally heterosexual people tended to become homosexual or at least bisexual but because of the extra sexual enjoyment that we were all experiencing, no-one seemed to mind.
It seemed that the chemicals in the implant were adjusting more than just our bodies...
Whatever, once the slow-release chemicals had begun to take effect, an ever-growing band of newly eager sex lovers could be found, most of them enjoying some energetic debauchery with others – of both genders.
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As a good start for the day, my visit to see the doctor had been absolutely perfect, even though I now had to spend the rest of the morning recovering which was a stark reminder that I was well into my sixties and yet it was also proof, if any was needed, as to just how effective the implants were. The implant certainly seemed to work for me, possibly more so than for some others and now that I'd been able to embrace both sides of life, the idea of feeling decidedly gay at times didn't worry me any longer. To my newly awakened mind sex in any form was now very welcome and decidedly enjoyable!
I sat relaxing in the morning sunshine as I recovered, enjoying small-talk with some other residents over a mid-morning cuppa and then suddenly it was time for lunch and I levered myself from my comfy chair and headed to the dining room. It was quiet today with many residents seemingly missing, either still in their rooms or out around town and for a change I was the only man at our table.
Nancy and Mary were already there and we were joined by a more elderly lady who was apparently just here for the day in a confused kind of way. Assorted elderly people used the catering facilities alongside the residents – some whom we saw regularly and others only maybe the once. We always welcomed the visitors but they seldom became part of our 'inner circle'.
Mary immediately smiled as she saw me and patted the chair next to her, and as I'd hankered after her body ever since I first arrived at the care home, I was far from displeased. Nancy, on the other hand concentrated on keeping the other woman company.
"Where on earth have you been Chris," said Mary immediately as I sat down, "I hardly ever see you around."
No way was I going to immediately tell her that I seemed to have spent most of my time enjoying energetic gay sex with our other regular table companions but I could hardly make the excuse that I'd been hiding away in my rooms either.
"Sorry Mary, it's nothing personal, I assure you. I just seem to have made plenty of friends," I said, relieved to have found suitable words, "This is a brilliant place – so many nice people here!"
"So many very, very friendly people, you mean," Mary answered with a big smile, "And you certainly seem to have become very friendly with Bill and Dick and Joe, haven't you, oh, and Peter?"
"Well, they're here at our table pretty well every day so we find loads to talk about," I said, edging away from anything to do with sex, "So many different backgrounds to chew over and enjoy."
Mary leaned close to me.
"And so many nice big cocks to enjoy too!" she whispered, to my complete shock.
"Ummm, guess so," I said, not sure how to proceed, but feeling tremors happening at my groin.
"And do you know what?" she asked and I look hopefully at her, awaiting her revelation, "So many of the men have turned gay – it's not fair!"
I sat there open mouthed as I heard her words, because the last thing I expected her to say was that.
"It's the implant apparently," I said, recovering quickly, "Tends to turn your sexual orientation sideways or something or so they say."
"Oh dear, has it turned you?" Mary asked quietly, as her hand came to rest on my arm, "You haven't turned gay have you – surely not?"
I shook my head while inside me things stirred eagerly just as Mary smiled hugely, her fingers tightening on my arm.
"Oh I'm so pleased!" she murmured, "It's been such a struggle."
"What do you mean, a struggle?" I asked, totally dumbfounded.
I frowned as I wondered what she meant but left her to continue.
She turned even more towards me as she spoke intimately into my ear.
"There's you men all enjoying yourselves and here's little old me being ignored!" she said with a twisted smile, "It's such a struggle because I get so frustrated! I haven't had a cock for years!"
Light dawned on me.
"So you want me to help, do you?" I asked, hardly believing that I'd be so lucky as to get to fuck Mary and as I spoke I felt my heart pounding and my cock rising while Mary nodded her head eagerly.
"Do you think you could?" she asked and as she did so her hand slipped off my arm and came to rest on my thigh, "I'd be ever so grateful!"
"Your place or mine?" I asked softly, feeling my cock rising more quickly, "After lunch, eh?"
"Oh yes, definitely!" she answered eagerly, then added, "Come down to my place."
Her hand now slid up my thigh and began stroking the steadily stiffening shaft of my penis through my shorts.
"Ohhh Chris, that feels wonderful," she breathed softly beside me, "Can you use it properly?"
"Think so!" I said with a smile, "I'll do my best!"
Beneath the table her hand had now turned my penis into a solid length of steel that threatened to rip my shorts apart!
"Yesss – I do hope so!" hissed Mary, her hand leaving my penis just as our lunches were delivered to the table, "Hurry up and eat – I'm starving!"
We turned to our meals but while I began devouring mine eagerly, Mary just picked at hers.
"I thought you said you were starving?" I asked but she shook her head.
"Starving for cock!" she breathed, her cheeks glowing with excitement, "I can't wait!"
It didn't take me long to finish my dinner but then there was some ice cream and then cups of coffee afterwards and all the time I could feel Mary's eagerness rising. It didn't help me that she had now found my cock again and even though she didn't try to jerk me off or extract my penis from my shorts, her gentle fingers were extremely arousing.
"Hurry up!" she hissed as her grip on my cock tightened suddenly, "I need you!"
"What do you need Mary?" asked Nancy from around the table, "Anything I can help with?"
"No, no, I'll manage," said Mary quickly, "Well, with Chris's help that is."
"Another pair of hands is always useful," added Nancy as she did her best to find out more, but Mary was in no mood to share.
"No, I said we'd be ok," she said firmly, "I'll give you a call later on if I need you."
With that Mary pushed my half finished coffee away and stood up, pulling me with her. Quickly I turned so that my erection wasn't on show but I it seemed that I wasn't quick enough.
"Ohhh Mary, I think you've got him all worked up!" said Nancy, "You're not keeping that all to yourself, are you?"
"Yes, I am," exclaimed Mary firmly, "He's mine – you can have him later if you're lucky!"
"But you might wear him out!" exclaimed Nancy as she too rose from the table, "Let me help, please!"
"No way – later, if I leave anything for you!" she insisted, as she did her best to pull me from the dining room, "Perhaps you can have him tonight."
For a moment or two I felt like some commodity that was being traded before Mary's fine breasts pressed against my arm as she tried to lead me astray and at once I felt my desire for her growing again – and so did my cock.
"Ohhh look at him!" exclaimed Nancy, her eyes wide open, "Look at the size of him!"
My cock was a rigid tool now but thank heavens it was still inside my clothing but even so my penis had lifted my shorts to produce a seemingly huge bulging tent and Mary herself now turned to check me out.
"Goodness me, that does look big!" she said as she smiled at Nancy, "Ohhh, I'm really going to enjoy this!"
Nancy made a move that implied that she was going to accompany us, but Mary was insistent, determined and single-minded as she pushed me from the room.
"Later, I said," she announced firmly, "There's plenty there for us both."
"Both together?" asked Nancy, still hopeful, but Mary just laughed and let the dining room door close behind us.
"Come on lover boy," she said breathlessly, "I need you – every damn inch of you!"
It didn't take her long to get me to her door and then we were quickly inside her unit and I was able to glance around in admiration. She'd decorated the place with very clever designs which apparently had been of her own making.
"That's what I used to do – design patterns for a wallpaper company," she explained and she settled beside me on the sofa, "So, what did you used to do?"
"Nothing special," I murmured as her hand came to rest on my thigh, "I was in sales, domestic fittings actually."
