Senioritis

[909Biggie]

Senioritis (Part I)


I’m a young professional. Well, maybe young is pushing it; I’m 40. But I feel young, because I work in a retirement community. I’m one of those administrative guys walking around in a suit when everyone else (all the residents, that is) can be found in shorts and golf polos.


I like my job. It pays well and there are plenty of perks. One of them – and probably the one that I like the most – includes the free use of the on-site gym and swimming pool. I’ve been working out at the gym, which has its fair share of weight machines and cardio equipment. For years now, there has only been one or two people in there at the same time as me. Often, I’m there all by myself, which suits me just fine. I turn on the TV and escape into some sweat and strain: the perfect after-work pass-time. More often than not, I jump in the pool when I’m done, for a nice cool down. And then I hit the showers.


The pool isn’t as infrequently visited as the workout room. There are almost always people swimming or doing some kind of water aerobics. But they’re used to me coming in all sweaty and swimming a few laps around them before hopping out and going on my way. I have a lot of friends in the community and they don’t mind that I stick out with my still-dark hair and proudly muscular body.


Okay, I have to admit that I am an exhibitionist at heart. Ever since I started sprouting pubic hair and discovered that my dick was probably bigger than most guys – even grown men – I have loved showing my stuff, flaunting my junk. I’m a shower and a grower. At 5 and a half inches flaccid, I swing and sway and flop all over the place and I’m not afraid to let it show…or to surreptitiously display it to others. And I get my fill of this in the men’s locker room.


Typically, I walk through the door wet and dripping from the pool and make my way over to my locker. I strip, drop my wet suit on a bench, and jump into a shower. There are doors on the shower, but I never close them. I’ve noticed that some men do and others don’t. I’m not sure if I started that trend or if it’s just “one of those things,” but no one has approached me about it, so I never give it a second thought.


After a nice warm shower, when my balls are sagging and my dick is back to full pre-swim length (even I get “swimmer’s dick,” after all), I emerge from the shower and grab a towel from the ever-present stack. I take my time toweling off, just in case there are eager eyes in the vicinity, and then I either drape the towel over a shoulder or throw it in the used towel pile on my way to the sink, where I shave and comb my hair.


Because the pool is pretty heavily used, there are other men in the locker room with me more often than not. Some of them avert their gaze when I display my naked body. Some of them seem not to care at all. And then there are those guys who just love to look. Sometimes – rarely – they even strike up conversation just so they can stand there and look at me while I’m naked.


You know, there are very few out gay men in today’s senior citizenry. They lived during a time when there really were no other options beyond getting married and having children, even if they didn’t want to. So the majority of the guys that I suspect are gay – the ones that take their sweet time checking me out – they’re all married, wearing rings. I know their wives. I get homemade pumpkin bread and cookies from them at Christmas. Call me crazy, but I sort of consider it a calling, and certainly an honor, to be able to share my body with these pent-up, man-starved gay grandpas. After a lifetime of pretending to be interested in pussy, don’t they deserve to feast their eyes on some prime cock?


Well, this evening started out like so many others. I finished my work, locked my office, and headed to the locker room where after a quick change, I spent some quality time in the weight room and its large, flatscreen TV. Got my sweat on and my nightly news fix all at once, and then I headed to the pool. There were about 8 men in the hot tub and I waved to them genially as I passed. Dove in, swam laps for a good 10 or 15 minutes, and then climbed out and headed to the locker room again.


By the time I had slipped my shorts off and was heading to the shower, the door had opened behind me. I didn’t bother looking to see who it was – too obvious – so I just headed to the shower, turned it on, and left the door open, like always. I took my time rinsing off, lathering up, and rinsing off again. Washed my hair, rinsed, repeated. I noticed a guy walk by once or twice, but he didn’t seem to linger, so I paid it no attention. When I turned the shower off, I heard a conversation – at least two guys were in the locker room, as well. What a perfect opportunity to share my wealth!


I double-checked my nuts and pulled on my cock to be sure that both were hanging appreciably low. Nice. And then I headed out of the shower.


One of the men was sitting on a bench with a towel around his shoulders, obviously still wet from the hot tub. It was Marty, a short, stocky, 70-something Italian-born stud with a great big white mustache and a chest covered in white and gray fur. He was wearing blue swim trunks and his signature gold chain around his neck.


Across the way from him, at one of the urinals, was Thomas, also in his 70s, but tall and lean and hairless. He was the perfect picture of the “skinny old man” that you’d typically imagine in a sweater and a golfer’s cap. In fact, I had seen him in that get up earlier in the day!


I didn’t really listen to what they were talking about as I sauntered out of the shower and made my way to the stack of clean, dry towels. My cut dick was swinging happily, free and clean and warm. I started toweling my hair and flashed a look over to Marty, who was looking at me under his bushy, wild eyebrows. “How’s it going, Marty?” I asked. “How’s Madeline?”


Marty nodded, “Good, good.” He scratched at an elbow. “I think she went to the mall today with one of our granddaughters. I’ve got a birthday coming around the corner, you know,” he said.


“Oh! I wasn’t aware of that,” I said, moving my towel to my shoulders and starting on my wet arms. “When is it?”


Marty was looking pretty intently at my cock now, I could tell. He certainly wasn’t hiding it. “Ah, next Thursday,” he said. “The eighth.”


A flush whooshed from the wall of urinals and Thomas walked in a few moments later. “What’ll that be…seventy-six?”


“Seventy-six,” Marty confirmed.


By this time, I was fairly well dried off, but had no inclination to cover myself up. So, I threw my towel over one shoulder and regarded them both. “I was glad to see you two relaxing in the hot tub earlier. Did you swim first?”


Thomas smiled. “A little.”


“Good,” I replied. “Gotta keep those muscles moving. You know, ‘use it or lose it,’ right?” I said.


Marty agreed, “Yup, that’s the name of the game.” He looked from Thomas to me. “You sure look like you keep your muscles moving. You work out every day?” Both men were now looking openly at my body. I felt the slightest stir in my loins.


“As a matter of fact,” I said. “I guess I hope that if I take extra good care of myself now, I’ll enjoy retirement as much as you both seem to be.” I smiled.


“Well,” Thomas started, “you’re certainly a specimen. I can’t remember the last time I looked as good as you!”


Before I could answer, Marty was already joking, “No kidding! Look at the size of that tally-whacker! Tell me,” he said, pointing to my dangling dick, “what kind of exercises do you do to make that thing so big?”


Thomas chuckled too, and I just shrugged. “Oh, you know…a little tug with the left hand a little tug with the right. Just like anything else, you have to exercise it regularly!”


Thomas was unconsciously feeling his crotch with one speckled, wrinkled hand. “Damn, is it always that big?”


I laughed this time. “Actually, it gets bigger!” Marty guffawed.


“I can hardly imagine,” Thomas replied, but he took a step closer and sort of bent down a little to look more closely.


“Well,” I said matter-of-factly, “if you two keep inspecting it, you may not have to.”


Marty finally looked up from my crotch. “Do you mind?” He was actually sincere.


I raised my eyebrows slightly. “No, not really.” I looked at the door to the locker room, wondering if anyone else was likely to interrupt suddenly. Thomas understood and quickly slid a door-stop under the door so it actually couldn’t open without a bit of effort. Clever man.


“Okay,” I said, and took a step closer to them both. “Go ahead.”

...TO BE CONTINUED (BELOW)...

 

[909Biggie]

Senioritis (Part II)

I didn’t have to give them permission a second time. Within moments, both Marty and Thomas were taking turns touching my penis, cupping my balls, measuring the weight of them in their hands. Marty tugged on my dick while Thomas held my nuts. I was truly on display. And in seconds, my glory started to rise.


Within less than a minute, I was almost fully erect, sticking straight out, nearly all nine inches displayed proudly. “This is about ninety percent,” I said, the first words to be spoken since I gave them permission to fondle me.


“Fascinating,” Thomas muttered.

“That monster is huge!” Marty joked. “Good Lord, how do you fit this thing into your pants?”


I laughed. “Well, it isn’t always this big, Marty!”


“Sure,” he countered, “but we’ve seen how big you are even when you’re soft, and that’s a whole lot to stuff into some slacks.” Thomas raised his eyebrows and nodded his agreement.


“I get by,” I said.


I wasn’t really sure where this whole thing was going. I was certainly open to demonstrating myself, and it was fun having these two old grandpas playing with my goods, but I wasn’t sure – especially as an employee of the institution – whether I wanted to be suddenly walked in on in this compromising situation. I decided to play it smart. “Well, guys,” I said giving my dick a nice couple of strokes, “I don’t want to get in or cause any trouble, so…”


“I do!” Marty replied. In one swift movement, he pulled his shorts down around his ankles and stepped out of them. I was surprised, actually. He had a lovely uncut cock that had also come to attention, sticking straight out a good seven inches or so. It was fat – nearly as fat as my six-and-a-half-incher – and surrounded by a thick mane of white hair.


“Me, too,” said Thomas. He pulled down his red swim trunks, revealing a thin, cut dick, a little less erect than Marty’s but pleasantly pink and probably a good six inches or so.


“Well, okay then…” I was actually at a loss for words. What was going to happen? “Looks like we’ve got a case of senioritis here,” I said out of the side of my mouth.


“Huh?” puzzled Thomas.


“Oh, just a stupid joke,” I answered. “Y’know, ‘senior’ – meaning you – and ‘itis’ – as in, inflammation…” I pointed at their cocks. They smiled and pulled on their own dicks a bit.


“Well, you’re certainly the biggest swinging cock in this room,” Marty said.


Thomas shrugged. “I’m small, but proud.”


I deduced that if anything was going to happen, I’d need to take the lead. So, I said, “Okay, come on, guys,” and nodded in the direction of the largest shower stall. It was built for larger men, I guess, since I couldn’t imagine someone taking a wheelchair into the shower. “There’s room for us in there.”


We filed into the shower and closed the door. The two men started feeling each other’s wares, as well as my own. I still wasn’t sure that I actually wanted to go so far as to actively play with them, so I just put my hands behind my head and allowed them to touch me however and wherever they wanted.


That didn’t last long.


Soon, we were all sporting full hard-ons. My long, thick dick was pointing up and curving slightly to the left. Marty’s was too, and Thomas’ dick was angled up but with a pretty steep curve toward his belly. I have to admit that I was more attracted to Marty’s schlong than Thomas’, and when I saw that Marty had a hand on both my dick and Thomas’, I finally reached out and felt his. It was hard and hot. I started stroking it.


Marty hummed in delight as I worked his shaft. Thomas started sliding mine up and down, and Marty rubbed Thomas’. It was a fucking jack-off daisy chain!


“Who’s gonna shoot first?” Thomas asked. His hairless chest glistened with sweat and his nipples were tight and hard.


“I used to pop pretty quickly,” Marty answered. He, too, was starting to sweat a little. I could actually smell his wet man-scent and it turned me on.


“No way,” I said. “This is game is all mine.” Suddenly, an idea occurred to me that had that little itch of just-rightness to it. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” I said. I stopped jerking Marty. “Let’s take turns masturbating ourselves while the other two watch and help.”


Thomas looked like he wasn’t quite sure what I meant. So, I exerted a little more control over the situation. I backed up until my body was flush with the cool tiled wall. I grabbed Thomas by the arm. “Here, Thomas,” I said, bringing him close but turning him so his back was toward me. “Lean back against me.” I gingerly slid my dick between his legs and up underneath his ass and balls. With one arm, I pulled him against me so my chest was flush with his back. With my other hand, I cupped and massaged his nuts. Marty, understanding where I was going with this, moved to stand beside Thomas and started rubbing his stomach, thighs and butt. “Now work that tool,” I told Thomas.


He didn’t need further instruction. With my hot, hard cock between his legs and four hands pressing and kneading various parts of his body, Thomas started masturbating. I found it surprisingly soothing, actually. I felt like I was gently cradling this man who, as far as I was concerned, had never given himself to this kind of physical abandon before. I felt him lean back into me; he rested his head on my right shoulder. Marty massaged Thomas’ abdomen, right above his pubic bone, and slipped a hand between us to rub the top of his ass.


Before long, Thomas was moaning slightly and heaving. “Oh…” he sighed. “Oh, God…” He spit into his hand a couple times and stroked, losing himself in the moment. I watched his eyes close. “Here it comes. Oh, yes…here I come…!” As if on cue, his abs tightened, I felt his balls draw up, and suddenly he heaved slightly. A thick wad of cum shot forward a good three feet in the air before him. I was amazed at the force. Three, four, five times he shot across the shower stall, his body undulating in waves with each burst. Marty was also suitably impressed, I noticed.


When he was spent, Thomas sighed deeply and collapsed back into my chest. “That looked amazing,” I whispered in his ear.


“Oh, it was,” he said. “It was.” He took two or three deep breaths and then straightened up and disentangled himself from my arms and newly inspired cock. I can’t deny it, I was ready to fuck someone…or both of them. But I had to rein myself in.


I spread my arms wide and looked at Marty. “Your turn!”


“Hell yes,” he replied, and eagerly backed up against me. I repeated the same hold I had used with Thomas, tucking my dick between his legs to rest under his ass and balls, putting one arm around his thick, hairy chest; I started gently massaging his nuts with my other hand. Thomas, satisfied but playing fair, assumed a position next to Marty and started faithfully rubbing his chest, nipples, torso, legs, crotch, and ass.


Marty didn’t pause. He spit into his palm and started thrumming his cock like a teenager. I felt him press back and down against me, grinding himself down on my own throbbing dick. I clutched his chest, feeling my fingers grasp and release his furry chest.


It didn’t take long for Marty to blow, he wasn’t kidding. When he came, he didn’t shoot. Instead, he erupted like a volcano, spewing gobs of white, warm cum all over his hand and cock. “Ohhhh…!”he moaned. “Ohhhh…yes….ohhhhh, God!” With each pulse of his orgasm, he pushed back into me pinning me to the wall with this hairy back and clamping his legs around my dick.


There was so much of his lava-like cum that I soon felt it coating my hand and his nuts. I was so sexually aroused I nearly came just from that.


When he had finished, he huffed one big breath and nearly sprang away from me. He seemed more energized than drained. He was obviously fueled by sex. My kinda guy!


The two men looked at me, wondering who was going to do what. I knew what I wanted. I quickly and silently placed Marty against the wall and leaned up against him. He was already going flaccid, so I felt his beautiful uncut manmeat press against my ass. He copied my hold, cradling my nuts and wrapping one arm around my own less furry chest.


Thomas took up residence beside me, but I asked him for a favor. “Would you mind doing the honors?” I was curious to see whether he could get me to shoot as hard and far as he had.


“You bet,” he said, and started working my cock. I relaxed into Marty’s strong, furry embrace and let my arms and hands just hang loosely by my side. I relaxed my whole body, letting Marty hold me up and in place while Thomas went up and down on my shaft. “You are so large,” he said. “There’s so much here to play with...” Marty said he wanted a shot at it, but Thomas told him he could do it next time. That made me smile.


Thomas spit on my dick and then in his hand and started pumping me in earnest. Marty kneaded my balls and pulled me tighter against his chest. I thought I could feel a slightly firmer pressure against my ass. Was he getting hard again already?


The tell-tale sensation started to creep into my mushrooming dick head. “I’m getting close, fellas,” I said. I spread my legs a little wider and pushed back into Marty some more. “That’s great, Thomas,” I said. He kept a nice rhythm going: up and down with a slight twist half-way down the shaft. He was good.


In moments, I was on the edge, as well. “I’m there, boys!” I cried, and clenched my muscles as hard as I could, challenging the orgasm in a duel that I knew I would be glad to lose. When I finally exploded, I was amazed to see my own first burst of cum fly up and out. Much more of an eruption machine like Marty, I was pleasantly surprised. But my attention was quickly drawn to several more orgasmic blasts, each of which sent a fresh cascade of hot jizz down Thomas’ never ceasing hand. “Don’t stop!” I instructed. I knew my orgasms could last a while and, from time to time, transform into a second wave of pleasure.


Thomas kept his steady rhythm and Marty played with my balls more fiercely. It was heaven. Really. It was pure abandon in the capable hands of two men who had known such pleasure and wanted to turn around and share it. I felt lucky.


When I was finally spent, I sighed, too. “Wow, gentlemen,” I said, pulling myself away from Marty and turning to face them both. We all had wet, sticky spots of cum on us. “That was something else, eh?”


“My God,” Marty said. “We gotta do this more often!”


“I’ll say!” Thomas replied. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that!” He smiled from ear to ear.


I tugged at my softening cock and noticed it was slick with cum. “Lucky us,” I quipped. “We’re in a shower!"


Talk turned to evening plans, news in the community, and even the weather, as the three of us showered together, rinsing away any trace of our glorious, cum-spewing orgy. It never occurred to us that someone else may have finally worked their way into the locker room and might have overheard us at any point. We were each far too happy and far too comfortable to care.


We dried off, dressed, and said our goodbyes. No one tried to mention setting a date for another get-together. It didn’t seem right, not because it couldn’t happen, but because forcing it might somehow lessen the pleasure. But one thing was very clear to me: I was already looking forward to my next case of senioritis.'

 

[LondonSamm]

First picture of the two men is hot as heck!

Senioritis (Part I)


I’m a young professional. Well, maybe young is pushing it; I’m 40. But I feel young, because I work in a retirement community. I’m one of those administrative guys walking around in a suit when everyone else (all the residents, that is) can be found in shorts and golf polos.


I like my job. It pays well and there are plenty of perks. One of them – and probably the one that I like the most – includes the free use of the on-site gym and swimming pool. I’ve been working out at the gym, which has its fair share of weight machines and cardio equipment. For years now, there has only been one or two people in there at the same time as me. Often, I’m there all by myself, which suits me just fine. I turn on the TV and escape into some sweat and strain: the perfect after-work pass-time. More often than not, I jump in the pool when I’m done, for a nice cool down. And then I hit the showers.


The pool isn’t as infrequently visited as the workout room. There are almost always people swimming or doing some kind of water aerobics. But they’re used to me coming in all sweaty and swimming a few laps around them before hopping out and going on my way. I have a lot of friends in the community and they don’t mind that I stick out with my still-dark hair and proudly muscular body.


Okay, I have to admit that I am an exhibitionist at heart. Ever since I started sprouting pubic hair and discovered that my dick was probably bigger than most guys – even grown men – I have loved showing my stuff, flaunting my junk. I’m a shower and a grower. At 5 and a half inches flaccid, I swing and sway and flop all over the place and I’m not afraid to let it show…or to surreptitiously display it to others. And I get my fill of this in the men’s locker room.


Typically, I walk through the door wet and dripping from the pool and make my way over to my locker. I strip, drop my wet suit on a bench, and jump into a shower. There are doors on the shower, but I never close them. I’ve noticed that some men do and others don’t. I’m not sure if I started that trend or if it’s just “one of those things,” but no one has approached me about it, so I never give it a second thought.


After a nice warm shower, when my balls are sagging and my dick is back to full pre-swim length (even I get “swimmer’s dick,” after all), I emerge from the shower and grab a towel from the ever-present stack. I take my time toweling off, just in case there are eager eyes in the vicinity, and then I either drape the towel over a shoulder or throw it in the used towel pile on my way to the sink, where I shave and comb my hair.


Because the pool is pretty heavily used, there are other men in the locker room with me more often than not. Some of them avert their gaze when I display my naked body. Some of them seem not to care at all. And then there are those guys who just love to look. Sometimes – rarely – they even strike up conversation just so they can stand there and look at me while I’m naked.


You know, there are very few out gay men in today’s senior citizenry. They lived during a time when there really were no other options beyond getting married and having children, even if they didn’t want to. So the majority of the guys that I suspect are gay – the ones that take their sweet time checking me out – they’re all married, wearing rings. I know their wives. I get homemade pumpkin bread and cookies from them at Christmas. Call me crazy, but I sort of consider it a calling, and certainly an honor, to be able to share my body with these pent-up, man-starved gay grandpas. After a lifetime of pretending to be interested in pussy, don’t they deserve to feast their eyes on some prime cock?


Well, this evening started out like so many others. I finished my work, locked my office, and headed to the locker room where after a quick change, I spent some quality time in the weight room and its large, flatscreen TV. Got my sweat on and my nightly news fix all at once, and then I headed to the pool. There were about 8 men in the hot tub and I waved to them genially as I passed. Dove in, swam laps for a good 10 or 15 minutes, and then climbed out and headed to the locker room again.


By the time I had slipped my shorts off and was heading to the shower, the door had opened behind me. I didn’t bother looking to see who it was – too obvious – so I just headed to the shower, turned it on, and left the door open, like always. I took my time rinsing off, lathering up, and rinsing off again. Washed my hair, rinsed, repeated. I noticed a guy walk by once or twice, but he didn’t seem to linger, so I paid it no attention. When I turned the shower off, I heard a conversation – at least two guys were in the locker room, as well. What a perfect opportunity to share my wealth!


I double-checked my nuts and pulled on my cock to be sure that both were hanging appreciably low. Nice. And then I headed out of the shower.


One of the men was sitting on a bench with a towel around his shoulders, obviously still wet from the hot tub. It was Marty, a short, stocky, 70-something Italian-born stud with a great big white mustache and a chest covered in white and gray fur. He was wearing blue swim trunks and his signature gold chain around his neck.


Across the way from him, at one of the urinals, was Thomas, also in his 70s, but tall and lean and hairless. He was the perfect picture of the “skinny old man” that you’d typically imagine in a sweater and a golfer’s cap. In fact, I had seen him in that get up earlier in the day!


I didn’t really listen to what they were talking about as I sauntered out of the shower and made my way to the stack of clean, dry towels. My cut dick was swinging happily, free and clean and warm. I started toweling my hair and flashed a look over to Marty, who was looking at me under his bushy, wild eyebrows. “How’s it going, Marty?” I asked. “How’s Madeline?”


Marty nodded, “Good, good.” He scratched at an elbow. “I think she went to the mall today with one of our granddaughters. I’ve got a birthday coming around the corner, you know,” he said.


“Oh! I wasn’t aware of that,” I said, moving my towel to my shoulders and starting on my wet arms. “When is it?”


Marty was looking pretty intently at my cock now, I could tell. He certainly wasn’t hiding it. “Ah, next Thursday,” he said. “The eighth.”


A flush whooshed from the wall of urinals and Thomas walked in a few moments later. “What’ll that be…seventy-six?”


“Seventy-six,” Marty confirmed.


By this time, I was fairly well dried off, but had no inclination to cover myself up. So, I threw my towel over one shoulder and regarded them both. “I was glad to see you two relaxing in the hot tub earlier. Did you swim first?”


Thomas smiled. “A little.”


“Good,” I replied. “Gotta keep those muscles moving. You know, ‘use it or lose it,’ right?” I said.


Marty agreed, “Yup, that’s the name of the game.” He looked from Thomas to me. “You sure look like you keep your muscles moving. You work out every day?” Both men were now looking openly at my body. I felt the slightest stir in my loins.


“As a matter of fact,” I said. “I guess I hope that if I take extra good care of myself now, I’ll enjoy retirement as much as you both seem to be.” I smiled.


“Well,” Thomas started, “you’re certainly a specimen. I can’t remember the last time I looked as good as you!”


Before I could answer, Marty was already joking, “No kidding! Look at the size of that tally-whacker! Tell me,” he said, pointing to my dangling dick, “what kind of exercises do you do to make that thing so big?”


Thomas chuckled too, and I just shrugged. “Oh, you know…a little tug with the left hand a little tug with the right. Just like anything else, you have to exercise it regularly!”


Thomas was unconsciously feeling his crotch with one speckled, wrinkled hand. “Damn, is it always that big?”


I laughed this time. “Actually, it gets bigger!” Marty guffawed.


“I can hardly imagine,” Thomas replied, but he took a step closer and sort of bent down a little to look more closely.


“Well,” I said matter-of-factly, “if you two keep inspecting it, you may not have to.”


Marty finally looked up from my crotch. “Do you mind?” He was actually sincere.


I raised my eyebrows slightly. “No, not really.” I looked at the door to the locker room, wondering if anyone else was likely to interrupt suddenly. Thomas understood and quickly slid a door-stop under the door so it actually couldn’t open without a bit of effort. Clever man.


“Okay,” I said, and took a step closer to them both. “Go ahead.”

...TO BE CONTINUED (BELOW)...

 

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Great story!!!