Life After Cassie

We sat down on the fairly comfortable couch in Walter's living area and chatted for a few minutes.
"Would you like something to drink, Jim?" he asked me.
"Just water will be fine."
"You sure? I've got some juice and beer in the fridge."
"I'm sure. My bladder can't take too much right now and, while I'd love a beer, I'd have to pee the rest of the evening, and I'm sure we don't want that to happen right now, do we?"
Walker smiled at me, a nice smile that made me feel relaxed and accepted. I immediately felt much more comfortable here in this new apartment.

After getting our water, Walter sat next to me on the couch, resting his left hand on my right leg. We just chit-chatted, getting to know each other a little better. During the conversation I noticed Walter's hand would begin to travel up my leg until he was closer to my crotch. My cock was getting harder by the moment and I had to strain to get it into a better position that didn't make it feel like it was being pinched. After a few minutes he moved his hand and I distinctly heard the sound of a zipper, as he opened his pants. Obviously he had the same problem I did and he had to readjust his cock to get more comfortable, too. I smiled. At least we were both suffering from the same thing.
I reached down and undid my zipper, and the relief was amazing. The restraint of my pants and my boxer shorts made my cock hurt and it also pinched my foreskin a little bit.

Before I had a chance to move Walter placed his hand on my boxer opening and pulled my swelling cock into view. I was getting harder as he held me. He reached over, took my right hand, and placed it on his crotch, allowing me to feel his hardening erection at the same time. I reached into the slot of his boxers and pulled his cock into view, so that we were both exposed to each others stare.
This was the very first time I'd ever held another man's cock, either erect or limp, and I found that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. While Walter began to pump my cock I started to do the same thing with his, watching the excess skin of both our cocks work their way up and down each organ. My skin is slightly longer then his, and even hard I completely cover my cock head. When Walter's hard his head peeks out just a little bit, exposing his pee hole at the top of his cock head.
"Were you ever married, Walter?" I asked him.
"For over 40 years. You?" he asked in return.
"Just a couple months over 54 years," I told him.
"She must have been a wonderful woman," he commented.
"She definitely was. I still miss her."
"I know what you mean. I miss Ellen, to."
"What was your wife like?" Walter asked me.
"She was a wonderful woman. I loved her with all my heart and soul and we were made for each other."

Together we both continued to manipulate each others cocks, even while we continued to chat about our wives. It wasn't long before we were both leaking our pre cum and feeling it smear all over our fingers as it seeped from under our skins. My mind began to wonder what it would be like to actually take his cock into my mouth and suck on it. I had some very vivid pictures in my mind of what it would be like.
My thoughts were interrupted by another question from Walter.
"Did you and your wife...."
"Cassie," I told him.
"Did you and Cassie ever fool around outside your marriage?" he asked.
"We fantasized about it a great deal, but never did anything about it. Why?"
"Just wondering," he answered.
"Ellen and I did a lot of swinging in our later years and that's how I found out I loved to suck on another mans cock. She had always wanted to see me with another man. She even wanted me to have a man fuck me in the ass, but I told her that sucking one would be as far as I would go. I didn't even like it when she'd stick a finger in my ass as I fucked her."

"I know. I don't think I could ever take a cock into my ass, either. I've never sucked a cock. In fact, this is the first time I've even held another mans cock." With that admission I pulled his cock some more and exposed the glistening pinkish head that had been hidden beneath his foreskin. He did the same to me. My cock head was a little darker then his and he continued to stroke me, eliciting more pre cum from deep within my balls to make its way to the surface once more, where he rubbed in into my skin. I was doing the same to him, only I didn't realize it at that time. It was only when he mentioned it to me that I realized that my hand was doing to him the same thing he was doing to me.
"Why did Cassie want to see you suck a cock, Jim?"
"It was just her biggest fantasy, I guess."
"Did you ever want to see her with another woman?"
"To tell the truth, I thought it would be a huge turn on to watch a woman lick her pussy and suck on her clit until she came in the woman's mouth."
I reached for my glass of water, not really realizing that my mouth had gotten so dry that I could hardly swallow. The coolness of the water made me feel somewhat better and I once again began to stroke Walter's cock.

Before we could get any further the phone and Walter got up to answer it. I hated to let go of that cock, but didn't really have a choice, considering the phone was on the kitchen counter.
"Well, nothings happened yet," I heard him say. "Yeah, why don't you come on over and the three of us can really get to know each other a lot better. The 'Lot Better' was accented and I knew exactly what his meaning had been. I was looking forward to getting to know him 'Better', too. My hand felt empty since he'd gotten up and I had had to let go of that wonderful, hard, uncut cock. I just then realized that I actually missed holding that cock and was looking forward to holding it once he sat back down on the couch.

Instead of sitting down he stood in front of me, his beautiful cock sticking right out and into my face. Without any second thoughts I reached for it and pulled him closer until I could stick out my tongue and lap his exposed cock head. The taste wasn't anything like I expected. I'd almost expected to be repelled by the taste, or the odor coming from his crotch, but that wasn't the case. His cock actually tasted quite good to me and his odor was more masculine then anything else I can explain. I know that smell quite well. It's the same smell I have on my hand after a long jack-off session. One I recognize from the smell of my cum. And yes, I do suck it out of my hand once I shoot my load. Cassie had gotten me to do that shortly after we got married and I would do it every time we made out. I've even suck my juices from her pussy and a good fucking and that seemed to turn her on even more and on many occasions we'd end up fucking each other again and it always seemed like my cock would never get limp. I can distinctly remember that during the early years of our marriage that it seemed like I walked around with a raging hard-on whenever we were in the same room. Many times I'd drag her to the bedroom, strip off her clothing, and without any foreplay, would fuck my hard cock into her already dripping pussy. She seemed like she was always wet and ready for me to fuck her.

After a few licks I decided it was time to go all the way and I opened wide and took all of Walter's cock head into my mouth. He let go of his cock and the skin retreated back to its original position, completely covering his cock head, and slipping down the back of my throat. At first my gag reflex would kick in and I'd have to back up a little bit, so that his skin would settle on the back of my tongue and not down my throat. Only after a few minutes of getting use to it was I able to again let his skin slide down my throat without gagging on it. It actually felt good after a few minutes. While I wasn't able to take him completely into my throat I knew that with a lot of practice I'd be able to, and that was my goal, to be able to take him deep into my throat until I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my nose.

I could feel his fist working on his cock as I started to suck, too. He'd bang into my nose on occasion, but after a while we got accustomed to each other and we worked in unison from then on. On my down stroke with my mouth, he's upstroke with his fist, working on his cock while I did the same thing. His pre cum got to be quite heavy, too. In fact, I was sure he was shooting the first time I tasted it all on the back of my throat.

"Don't stop," he told me. "I get excited awfully quick and my pre cum runs wild all the time. It's not unusual for me to change my shorts a couple times a day after some wildly erotic thoughts." I completely understood. I was in the same boat in that department. I reached for my own cock and wasn't surprised to find it completely soaked with my own runoffs of pre cum. It wouldn't have surprised me to find a small puddle beneath us once we finished and got up.

I faintly heard a knock on the door and heard Walter tell whoever it was to come on in, that it was unlocked. Once the man (Andy, I assumed) was inside I heard Walter tell him to make sure and lock it. After all we didn't want any undo interruptions while we got to know each other better.

In a few minutes Andy was standing along side Walter, with his shorts down to his ankles and his uncut cock sticking out in front of him. I had to stop sucking on Walter for a few minutes and admire the new organ as it presented itself to me. While Andy is perhaps the darkest black I've ever known, his cock seemed to be even darker. His pubic hair was completely shaved off and his cock head was poking from beneath his skin. I reckon he was somewhat bigger then either Walter and myself, but not by much. His width was larger then mine and about equal to Walter's, with more skin on a cock then I have on mine. The only reason his cock head was peeking at me was because he'd pulled his skin down his rod to expose it to me. For suck a black cock his cock head was a very interesting shade of pink, with a glistening that could only come from a cock with an abundant foreskin. I know. Mine is the same way, as is Walter's.

Andy got down on his knees and reached out to grab my cock and the contrast of his black hand against my white cock was truly amazing. I've never experienced anything like this before and I could only sit there and watch as he lowered his bald head and engulfed me in one take. And I mean to the base of my cock without even reacting. I knew he'd done this before, and probably with Walter and no telling who else.

As Andy went to work on my cock I returned my attention once more to Walter's hard rod. His pre cum was now dripping from the end of his cock and I quickly licked it all up. The taste was just as good as it had been the first time and this time I was able to take a little bit more into my mouth with no problems.
"You'll get it all in there one of these days," he told me as I continued to suck on him. I nodded in agreement.

Andy worked his magic on my cock with his mouth and I was amazed that his teeth didn't grate against my cock as he sucked. I'd find out later that he had a full set of dentures and always removed them when it came time to suck on someone's cock. His gums felt good on my cock and his tongue did things to me that I'd not felt since before Cassie got so sick that she couldn't suck me any more.
I missed those days very much and thoughts of her mouth on my cock continued to enter my mind while Andy did his magic on me. I knew it was a man sucking me though, but I wasn't about to complain one bit. After all, I was doing the same thing with the cock in my mouth. I found myself wondering what it would be like to suck a black cock for the first time though and after about twenty minutes of sucking on Walter, I pulled off and told them I wanted to suck on Andy for a while.
"Shall we retire to more comfortable accommodations?" Walter asked us.

We all agreed and got up, stripped off the rest of our clothing and headed towards the bedroom and the much more comfortable bed. On the way we each removed parts of clothing that hadn't been removed in the living room and by the time we all got to the bed all that was left was to remove our socks.