Chapter 13
Danny
Danny just turned 79 when he arrived at Carter Court. He was a tall six-footer, pleasant and affable, qualities the women at Carter Court cherished. He had also earned the nickname of Moose from the ladies, not because of his height but because of the bulge in his pants. They all agreed in the privacy of conversation that he was "hung" or "well endowed." Marie was the first to confirm this. She struck up a friendship with Danny in the early weeks of his arrival. Danny was agreeable and eager for friendship as he was lonely for companionship. He invited Marie in for a cocktail one evening, and as the evening progressed, so did the intimacies. Marie felt the huge bulge in Danny's pants and anticipated a large swollen cock that would delight her. What she saw and got, however, was beyond belief. Danny was more than endowed. She unbuckled his pants and slid off his shorts to find a huge twelve-inch cock with a two and a half inch radius. She couldn't believe her eyes. Danny, sensitive to her plight, told her the story of his life. His wife of many years could never take his cock.
Once, when they tried it, it drew blood from the pressure of the attempted entry. They immediately recognized a problem for their marriage. Counseling was their only recourse and, since they loved one another, they compromised in their sexual acts. There was always a lot of foreplay, his wife massaging his abundant testicles and huge cock, he sucking her cunt with another one of his endowments, a large bulbous tongue. At first, their marriage suffered and they even talked of a friendly divorce. They also talked of sexual compromise, Danny suggesting that she have another man, she suggesting that Danny have another woman. For his wife, this might have worked. For Danny, however, his large cock was a problem to any woman. Danny even tried it with another man once. But having his cock sucked posed problems since it was difficult to get it into anyone's mouth. In the end, Danny settled into a life of masturbation and fondling. He learned early to warn women of his size and hope that they would understand and settle into a loving posture, excluding penetration.
Strange as it may seem, Danny fell into a comfortable role of exhibitionism, brought on at Carter Court by Marie's recounting of the story of Danny's cock. After that, every woman in Carter Court sought out Danny for viewing. The strangest of all these encounters was with Cynthia. Danny saw Cynthia and loved her, and Cynthia saw Danny and loved him. Sex had nothing to do with it. They sensed an immediate rapport and it wasn't long before they were together most of the day. The size of Danny's bulge did not go unnoticed by Cynthia, but, oddly, she wasn't fearful of her smallness. She sensed some new beginning. Danny, too, recognized Cynthia's smallness. And oddly enough, his thoughts were elsewhere, as if, he, too, sensed a new beginning. Smiles were rife at Carter Court when their relationship began, everyone agreeing that, once Cynthia saw Danny's cock, it would end. When, to everyone's surprise it didn't end, in fact, strengthened, a bewildered Carter Court conjured wildly disparate theories of their relationship. One gal suggested that Cynthia had had an operation and that her cunt was big enough to, literally, take a horse's cock. Another suggested that Cynthia's ass was the focus of Danny's attention, she being very sure that sphincter muscles expand to such a degree as to take sizes twice that of Danny's. There was also the celibate explanation. Someone decided that each agreed to remain celibate for the rest of his/her days. And, of course, whatever the explanations, none had hit the mark. The explanation was simple. It was ironic that Cynthia's smallness had prepared her for a life of creative sex and Danny's hugeness and frustration was to become fertile ground for creative exploration for two persons who meant a lot to one another and felt comfortable in each other's psyche and presence.
Their relationship began slowly with simple adoration of one another. This led to the quiet of physical touch and nudity. There was never a mad rush to fulfillment and orgasm. It was as if every act of their life was an interlude, foreplay. It began with the simple act of adoration of Danny's cock. Cynthia would lie with her head on Danny's stomach and fondle and kiss his testicles and cock. She would blow the warm air on the head of Danny's cock, kiss it, her tongue roving gently under the glans, her lips tasting the sweet emanations dripping from the fat and thick head of his cock. Her hands moved lovingly over the gray hairs of Danny's stomach and thighs. At other times, Cynthia would let her lithe frame massage Danny's body. Her smallness was like a hand massaging his six foot four body. She would massage his feet, thighs, stomach, chest, and head with her stomach. When her cunt would arrived at Danny's face, it would be greeted by Danny's bulbous tongue on which she would gyrate with her small but sensitive cunt.
Danny loved this playfulness, the warmth of Cynthia's body sending a shiver through his own. Cynthia was so small in stature that Danny could, in reality, pick her up in the palm of one hand and move her at will. He did just that in these playful moments. She would lie still on his stomach and he would grasp her hips and slide her up and over his entire body as one would with a towel after taking a shower. Cynthia delighted in Danny's strength and stiffened on these manipulations so that Danny could feel her body pressing on his.
Cynthia's adoration of Danny was total. She spent hours just lying at his feet, kissing his feet, toes, and ankles. In these moments, she would go no higher than his knee. But the sensuality of this foot fetish brought ecstasy to Danny. When it was not his feet, she would have him lie on his stomach and give full attention to his ass, asshole, and testicles. As with his feet, she would linger here for hours, probing with her tongue, her lips, and her hands. She grew so adept at penetrating his asshole with her tongue that he would not infrequently have an orgasm. At these moments, she would catch the cum in the palm of her hand, raise up to have their heads and mouths meet, offer her hand of cum, in which they would both partake, eating and tasting and kissing each other deeply. There was never any revulsion in their sexuality. Instead, there was total commitment to each other in ways each had never experienced.
Danny's love of Cynthia was equally intense. He would return these favors. He would lie with his outstretched body between Cynthia's legs, his face and tongue exploring the region of her stomach and her vagina. His big, bulbous tongue would roam freely between her legs, around her vagina and stomach, into her cunt. His gentle hands would massage her breasts and face simultaneously. With Cynthia in a fetal position, Danny would probe her cunt and her asshole for hours. He always coupled this with his big cock massaging the exterior of her vagina and vulva, never penetrating, just massaging. At these moments, Cynthia could watch and admire the fullness of Danny's big cock sliding, tickling, massaging her wet and sensitive clitoris.
Danny loved these moments, too. It's not that he hadn't done this before. He had, with his wife. But with Cynthia, it was different. Her smallness, her petiteness, her frailty, the hugeness of his cock combined to create a tension he never experienced before with anyone, including his wife. Danny came at these moments, too. And, as before, Cynthia's hand would gather his cum which they would share in a loving embrace. They tried other techniques. Danny would kneel over Cynthia's stomach and, after massaging her breasts with Vaseline, insert his dick between her tits. Cynthia would press them together tightly. Danny, then, would fuck her tits. Cynthia liked this position because the nipples of her breast came to life, excruciatingly sensitive to Danny's thrusts. Watching his cock move in and out allowed her to fantasize its movement in and out of her cunt as if he were fucking her. Above all, Danny's size allowed her to suck his cock as it went in and out of her tits. She enjoyed the spurt of Danny's cum as he shot into her mouth and face. It would hit with ferocity and splatter over her lips and chin, after which they would embrace and kiss, both enjoying the taste of his cum. Every part of Cynthia's anatomy got fucked. Her armpits got fucked. Her feet could cradle Danny's cock and bring him to orgasms.
One position they both liked because it brought them into close proximity to one another was the "between the legs" technique. Danny would lie on his back while Cynthia would accept his hard cock between her legs. Her lightness allowed her to move freely, her legs wrapped tightly around his hard, throbbing cock. She moved in such a way that Danny's hard cock massaged her cunt and asshole in the same movement a violinist used in stroking his bow. This seesaw motion of Danny's cock over her cunt and asshole led to exquisite orgasms. One alternate of this technique was to have Danny kneel behind Cynthia's slightly elevated ass, and stroke her asshole and cunt in a downward motion. Her sphincter and her clitoris could be massaged into an incredible sensitivity that brought intense orgasms to Cynthia. The one crucible in all this experimentation, however, was Danny's enormous, bulbous, and flexible tongue. He could constrict it and narrow it to enter Cynthia's small cunt with ease. He could fatten it to massage the labia and clitoris. He could alternate between these two.
As time went on, they both began to notice a slight but important change in Cynthia's vaginal opening. It began to relax; it began to enlarge. And as they continued their probing, Danny's fat two and half-inch cock began to sink deeper into Cynthia's labia. It was minuscule, at first, but exciting. They so loved one another that they wanted that oneness, that union that came from penetration. At first, only the head of Danny's cock entered Cynthia. But its width stretched Cynthia's cunt wide and, more importantly, rubbed tight over the clitoris. The tightness, the penetration, the rhythmic movement of their hips excited each in indescribable ways. And each orgasm in this way became more intense. Danny remained, above all, sensitive to his size and let Cynthia's hips and movement control the depth of the penetration. After the head of Danny's hard cock found a home in Cynthia's hot cunt, subsequent encounters had Cynthia probing further. It was an inch-by-inch progression and an inch-by-inch ecstasy, each inch indicating a new plateau of orgasmic intensity.
After six months of this experimentation, both sensed an apotheosis occurring. Then it happened. In the heat of a lengthy afternoon of loving, Cynthia moved toward the ultimate union of Danny's long, hard cock and her hot, wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around Danny's waist and pressed his hips into her. His hard cock sensed the excitement and plunged deeper and deeper into Cynthia's small, tight, and, now, hot cunt. And then came the climax. Cynthia's tight cunt accepted all of Danny's hard twelve-inch cock and the rhythm began. It was a slow fuck, the fullness of Danny's twelve inches dipping totally into Cynthia, withdrawing, dipping, withdrawing, and dipping. That slow and deliberate fuck sent shivers through Cynthia's entire body. She felt Danny inside her and that oneness she had always craved. Danny, too, was in control of the fuck of his life. Cynthia's tight cunt milked his hard cock for all its juices. He could feel the excitement building in his enormous testicles as they hit Cynthia's asshole in the downward thrust of his cock. It seemed like an hour of ecstasy. But it was only minutes before both Cynthia and Danny felt their muscles tightening, readying for the final thrust and the final ecstasy. They exploded together. Danny shot with a new intensity, bathing the inside of Cynthia's cunt with his hot, milky cum. Cynthia felt the walls of her vagina contracting and spilling its own juices. It was as if two giant rivers met, intermingling and spewing from Cynthia's cunt. Their screams intensified the drama of this moment, each pressing the other to come again and again.
Drained, they lay entangled, Cynthia tightening her legs around Danny's hips, her vaginal muscles contracting to milk Danny's cock, to savor long this happy and ecstatic moment. They lay this way a long time, both Cynthia's cunt and Danny's cock locked in unity. After a half hour of silent meditation over this fuck of fucks, both made a feeble attempt to speak. But they could only sigh in unison, and kiss, a long deep kiss that seemed to punctuate this memorable event in their lives. Then they fell into a deep sleep, still entwined but side by side.
Chapter 14
John and John, Jr.
John's son loved his father deeply. When he suggested earlier that his Dad enter Carter Court after the death of his mother, it hurt him severely. For he knew that his Dad was alive, both mentally and physically. But because of a faltering marriage, he couldn't take his father in, a choice he preferred for a number of reasons. He indirectly knew that his Dad and mother had a vibrant sex life for he walked in on them on several occasions while they were in an act of sex. Once, when he came home from school early, he found them having intercourse on the sofa in the living room.
After that, he tended to be a little more cautious when entering. That one experience taught him to peek through a window, whether kitchen, living room, or bedroom, to see if there was any unusual activity. It was on one of these occasions that he saw Marcie, his mother, sucking his Dad's cock. He had seen his Dad's cock flaccid on a number of occasions, but this was the first time he'd ever seen it erect. It was every bit of 8 inches in length and 2 inches in width. He guessed its girth to be around 5 1/2 to 6 inches. He remembered thinking how beautiful and stately it looked as it emerged from his mother's mouth, wet and shiny.
Another time, he watched his Dad suck his mother's cunt while she sat in an old rocker inherited from his grandmother. She was naked, her bare feet resting on a coffee table, his Dad between her legs. There were other encounters. But the one encounter that changed John Jr.'s attitude toward sex happened while he was masturbating; his Dad walked in on him. His embarrassment was total, as total as it could be for a teenager to be caught in this compromising situation. But he always remembered his Dad's reaction. He came into the bedroom, hesitated, but sat down next to him. Instead of the expected parental reprimand, his Dad said, "Son, this might be a good opportunity for me to speak to you about sex. I won't say much and I'll get out so you can finish what you're doing. What you're doing is good and normal. Never be ashamed or feel guilty." With that, he stood and left. John Jr. remembered the deflation that occurred afterward. His hard on went from super hard to limp in only a few seconds. But upon reflection in the days following that episode, he would smile the smile of manhood and the smile of relief that came from ridding himself of the guilt that accompanied his previous masturbatory activities. He didn't realize it until years later that this brief sexual lesson endeared him deeply to his Dad. He saw that he and his Dad were kindred humans in their sexuality and that they were bound together by their mutual sexuality. This was the human condition.
John Jr. was now a grown man in his early 50's. His marriage had gone through some rough spots and, ultimately, it led to a divorce. It was at this time that John Jr.'s visits to his father at Carter Court became more and more frequent. He needed someone to talk to and his father offered the comfort and advice that he needed in this trying period. Often, he would stay overnight with his father. The bonding of father and son grew in intensity at these times, each sharing his joys, anxieties and fears. Inevitably, the subject of masturbation would come up since John had fantasized, over the years, his father's one-time lesson in sexuality.
His fantasies, in fact, brought closure to that instruction on guilt. While masturbating, John Jr. would often relive that instructional moment in a variety of fantasies. In one fantasy, after delivering the instruction, his father would take out his dick, sit next to John Jr. and masturbate with him. In another, he and his father would share techniques. They would experiment with Vaseline and other lubricants. They would experiment with hand positions and movements. In another, they would strip naked and his father would place John Jr.'s hand on his dick and ask him to explore its hardness. In yet another, his father would tell his son to lie back and relax while he tenderly massaged the shaft, its tender head gorged with blood, until he came. The mutations and permutations of these fantasies were endless. But they were only that, fantasies. John Jr. wanted a closure that brought him closer to his Dad based on that earlier realization that they were human in their sexuality.
One night, after an early dinner at his Dad's apartment, John Jr. and his father relaxed. An aperitif eased them into this relaxed mood. John Jr. moved the direction of the discussion around to that moment when his Dad walked in on him masturbating.
"Dad," he said nervously, "do you remember the time you walked in on me."
John Sr. looked over the top of his glasses directly into his son's eyes and replied, "Yes, son, I do. I often wondered how that instruction helped or hindered you in later years. I often reflected on the inadequacy of words. I often felt I should have said more. How did it affect you?"
John Jr. laughed. "At that given moment, my penis went soft!" He continued in a more serious vein, "Days, weeks, months, and years later, however, I came to realize that it was the greatest advice you could have given me. I felt closer to you after that than I ever did in my entire life, save now."
"Save now? How do you feel now?" John Sr. asked.
"I'm a little embarrassed to say it, Dad," he stammered, "but I feel like that little boy again, but, now, I want to hold you in my arms. Is that wrong?"
"Here we are back to the inadequacy of words again," John Sr. replied. "No son, that is a perfectly normal and human reaction. In fact, over the years, I've wanted to do just that, hold you tight and not let you go. Come here, sit next to me."
Feeling like the little boy of those years, he eased into the warm embrace of his father's arms. They said nothing for the next 30 minutes. But there were tears in their eyes as each relived this moment in time in his own way. And it was inevitable in their thoughts, that this night would be an epiphany.
John Jr. spoke first. "Dad, let's go to bed and continue this embrace. I want you to feel my love for you." His Dad moved slowly, as if in a trance. He kissed his son's brow tenderly, stood, helped by his son's firm grip, and moved to the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed. His son whispered, "Dad, sit still and let me undress you." First, he untied his shoes and removed his socks. He felt his father's feet, caressing them with his hands and face. Then he stood before his father and kissed his eyes and brow and gray hair, pressing his head to his breast. Next, he removed his shirt. His 72 years still showed the firmness of youth except for the dense silvery gray hair on his chest. But this enhanced his beauty and the love his son felt for his father. He lingered here, massaging his father's chest and neck tenderly.
By this time, John Sr. had succumbed to this love his son showered on him and basked in it. He lay upon the bed and let him unbuckle his pants. He raised his hips slightly to let John Jr. removed his pants and his underwear. He lay still, eyes closed reliving a fantasy of his own, the fantasy of having loved his son the day he walked in on him masturbating. John Jr., too, disrobed and stood naked before his father. John looked at his son and saw his own youth and pulled him to his bosom. John Jr. now lay atop his father, naked, in a kneeling position, feeling the warmth of his body, the beat of his heart, the aspiration of his breath.
But there were other feelings. Both their dicks felt the onrush of their physical closeness. John Jr.'s dick, hard and throbbing, met his Dad's semi-erect cock in this embrace. The sensation of their touching cocks sent shivers of excitement through their bodies. John Jr. pushed this feeling even further. In a slow to and fro movement of his body, still in this kneeling position, he rubbed their cocks into a new firmness, experiencing a new sensuality. It was a communion of sorts, a sharing of warmth and sensations that defied definition. It was sexual and yet it wasn't. It was erotic, yet it wasn't.
Later, each would describe it as an almost spiritual and mystical sharing of affections, heightened by the fact that they were father and son. This rubbing continued many minutes, accented by John Jr.'s tender and affectionate kissing of his Dad's eyes, brow, and face. The bonding of son and father was sublime and the juices flowing from their cocks, mingling, gave each a new sensation. It led to the rush of an orgasm. John Jr. ,sensing this, rose from his father and lay beside him, his feet extended toward the headboard. He grasped his father's now rigid cock and began that slow and deliberate up and down movement leading to an orgasm. The foreskin, wet with cock juices, retracted and contracted over the swollen head, massaging the pulsing cock into heightened excitement. In the dim light of the bedroom, his Dad's cock stood hard and majestic as it disappeared and reappeared in John Jr.'s hand. And then it came, a profusion of orgasmic fluids, accompanied by a loud exclamation of love and affection. The orgasm spurted high into the air reaching John Jr.'s face and mouth of which he partook. It was too much for him, as well. His rigid and wet cock exploded its cum in the direction of his father's accepting head and mouth. Then came peace and love. Each embraced the other and lay together for the rest of that night, relishing the security of each other's affection.
Chapter 15
Tom
Tom just turned 72 when he entered Carter Manor. Most who choose a senior home at a late stage in life view this change as a setback. Tom, however, was different. In his youth, he always admired older persons and sought them out. He felt comfortable with them. Even in his marriage of 50 years, the pattern remained the same. So his entrance here was one of anticipation. He decided early in his marriage that he was bisexual and, if he could, sought out extramarital liaisons that held to this pattern, older. His recent memories of sexual exploits involved older men and women and, now, he felt he would have free reign to seek out and love those persons he liked.
It was natural, therefore, after he arrived, to migrate towards those persons who seemed friendly and amicable, and, in particular, sought out the friendship of seventy-year-old Jim and 90-year-old Charlie who seemed to have bonded well together. It was a happy choice for Tom. Jim and Charlie immediately took Tom under their wing to introduce him to the other members of the community and to assist him in his transition to this new life. Tom also sensed that there existed a sexual relationship between Jim and Charlie and early in their visits to one another's apartments, the subject of sex was quickly broached and amicably settled. Jim and Charlie, not only acknowledged their sexual preferences, but also drew Tom into the mix. On one of their first apartment visits to Tom, they moved the subject around to masturbation and all three ended up on the bed mutually masturbating each other.
This was fine for Tom. He made a friendship, a friendship with which he could feel comfortable and relate to. But there was a problem. He wanted more. He wanted someone to whom he could directly relate and love that celebrated his repressed desires for sex. Tom, in his fifty years of marriage, harbored latent desires that he could never act on or fulfill. Certainly, he could never act out these desires with his wife although, in the case of rimming, he did manage, successfully, to rim a female friend and decided that he enjoyed it. But in this mix of desires, he also felt a need for enjoying a man's cock in his mouth and in his ass. He knew no way, however, of achieving these goals because his life had been so deeply closeted because of his marriage and family. Once, while away at a meeting in another city, he managed to meet another man and attempted to satisfy his needs. It ended in failure since it was clandestine and hurried. He managed to suck that cock but gagged in doing so. His need of experiencing a cock in his ass was also hurried and ended unsatisfactorily. It hurt. The experience left him disconsolate and unsatisfied, concluding that, although it was still his desire to suck and be fucked, the chances of it happening were impossible. He had almost convinced himself of that even though a gnawing feeling inside told him that it might be different or it could be different in another set of circumstances.
Now, at Carter Manor, the desires resurfaced. His imagination ran full riot over the possibilities before him. He saw many men that he found desirable, and, for the first time in many years, plotted to explore his latent desires. He started in little ways. When he masturbated, he also began to manipulate his asshole. Vaseline, lots of it, seemed to ease the penetration. But it was not the penetration that he focused on. He tried tickling his anus with the pad of his finger, not deep, but surface relaxation. It was a pleasant feeling. Next, he tried other insertions, small cucumbers, candles, small squash as well as other vegetables. What he found in this exploration was that his asshole began to relax. Eventually, he arrived at a point where he could insert small objects, which were large enough to massage his prostate as he masturbated. After a visit to a local sex shop, he bought a small butt plug that felt comfortable and he began to use it regularly. The sensation from this massage lifted his masturbatory sessions to new heights. His orgasms reached new levels of pleasure. In addition, he began to think less of the penetration and viewed these acts as requisites to pleasure.
One day when Tom was with Jim and Charlie, the mention of a Prime Timers Convention in Orlando piqued his interest. Tom asked, "What's Prime Timers?"
Jim spoke first, "It's an organization for older men that meets all over the world, with chapters in major cities. Its purpose is to enable older men to share their desires and thoughts on a variety of subjects, one of which is sex. Membership also included admirers of older men, younger men. But its primary end was to engage older men in sharing these goals."
Charlie added, "Once a year, they hold a convention in a major city, usually a city in a warm climate, where older men can come together, talk, discuss an agenda, and, in passing, engage in unmitigated sexual exploits and pleasures. It's quite the thing, Tom. This year, Jim and I are planning to attend. Why don't you think about coming along? You might even meet someone there who is compatible. You'd have free rein to do what you want since we will be occupied ourselves."
That's all Tom wanted to hear. "When is this meeting," he asked. "I think I'd like to go along."
The dates suited Tom fine. He agreed to go along as long as they could share the costs of travel. Jim and Charlie had no problem with that.
The day came and they drove to Orlando and got adjoining rooms at the convention hotel. No sooner did they arrive, than they began to circulate. Better yet, Tom was accosted several times on stairways and at the bar for good reason. His physical demeanor made him very desirable. At one point during the convention, however, Jim and Charlie heard of an orgy room and an orgy locale at an estate outside Orlando. They told Tom and the three drove out to the site. Indeed, it was an estate, isolated and serene. Old timers roamed the grounds and sexual orgies were in evidence everywhere. They entered the house and Jim said to Tom, "Roam around. See what's going on. We'll meet here 5 hours from now and compare notes."
Tom drifted off into the house and, more or less, followed the crowd. An attractive 74 year old struck up a conversation and they went off into the garden to talk more. The 74 year old had experienced Prime Timer conventions in previous years and took Tom under his wing. Inevitably, things got around to intimacies and Tom, for the first time in his life, felt comfortable to relate his fantasies to Stan, the 74 year old. Stan was sympathetic. He encouraged Tom to explore these fantasies and suggested that they move into an orgy room where lots of action occurred.
The room to which Stan led Tom was a large bedroom from which the furniture had been removed. Blankets and mattresses lay everywhere and groups of men congregated in cliques fulfilling whatever fantasies they wished. Stan and Tom moved between these groups and observed. In one group, an older 80 year old was being fucked. Several others surrounded the 70 year old fucking him, Tom counted 6, in various forms of engagement. Two massaged the 70 year olds cock as it drove in and out of the 80 year olds hot asshole. Another 60 year old knelt between and under the 70 year old's legs and sucked his balls as the cock drove in and out. Two men played with his cock, one sucking, the other massaging his balls. Tom's wish at this point was that he could be the center of attention. Stan unwittingly helped Tom move into this mode. As they watched, Stan fondled Tom's hard cock and, eventually, knelt before Tom and took his hard cock full into his mouth. Tom went limp. Others, seeing Stan suck, moved in. As Stan sucked Tom's cock, one older gent moved behind Stan and began to rim his hot ass. Another moved to Tom's rear and drove his tongue deep into Tom's asshole. Tom's moans signaled the others to his passion and they surrounded Tom, some kissing his neck and face, others massaging his tits into ecstasy. Stan's rimming had relaxed Tom's asshole to such a degree and heightened his sexuality beyond control that Tom dropped to his knees and pled for Stan to take him. Stan moved forward and gently inserted his cock into Tom's relaxed asshole and began a slow fuck, at the same time massaging Tom's tits. For the first time in his life, Tom's ass relaxed and accepted Stan's cock with passion. In this moment of ecstasy, everything changed. An older man, cock hard moved to Tom's mouth as Stan fucked him and massaged his face with his cock. Passion took over. Tom took the old man's cock full in his mouth now and sucked deliriously. It wasn't long before the old man shot his hot load into Tom's mouth along with Stan's simultaneous hot spurts emptying into Tom's asshole. Tom, as this point, completely taken by the crowd, fell on his back, his hard cock erect. Stan moved in and took his cock deep into his mouth and sucked. It didn't take long. Tom shot his load deep into Stan's throat. Stan lingered long over his cock, his head resting on Tom's crotch and they dozed. The others moved on. When Tom and Stan woke, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed deep and tenderly. It was the beginning of a new relationship.