Jack Hanson part 4

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Disclaimer: These stories are completely based on fantasy and do not depict any real events or people. If you would be offended by reading fictional accounts of sexual relationships involving adoptive relatives, you should not read this story. All characters represented are over 18.

Jack Hanson 4

The sun was setting as I moved onto the lanai to enjoy another beautiful central Florida sunset. My pool area faced the west so I always got the afternoon sun and the gorgeous sunsets. I had long ago made it a ritual to stop what I was doing and just enjoy one of natures more amazing handiworks. Every single one different and unique and a reminder that one needs to appreciate the moment. As a naturist, I seldom wear any textiles except when I have to leave the house so I was as nude as the day I was born and slightly more tanned and definitely better hung. The doctor has recently approved my having a glass of wine so I sat in my chaise, drank my wine, watched the multicolored masterpiece and front of me and let my left hand caress my hairless cock and balls. I believe I mentioned earlier that I had not been able to have sex or even masturbate for over two months. Not a terribly long time but very long for me. I was used to masturbating several times a week and seldom went more than a couple weeks without a visit from one of my friends with benefits.

My life here between Ocala and Gainesville proved to be a cornucopia of sexual escapades as so many men retired here single, divorced or widowed. Honestly, I would have to say that the widowed ones were my favorites as they had lived an entirely different life and came into gay sex later in life. Older men such as myself, make good lovers because we arent looking for a handout, we cut straight through the bullshit and say adios if you dont and we live more in the moment than we did when we were still immortal.

I had been spending so much time lately thinking about my youth sexual experiences, while working on my life journal, that I found myself getting very horny. I should explain that my life journal was an ideal I developed when I got sick. I realized I had all these fantastic experiences and people pass through my life and I wanted to put them into a more definitive order. Thus the journal was born. It was a erotic history of my entire life to the present and very stimulating to all those who have read it.

I became aware that I had finished my wine and was now just rubbing my smooth balls and enjoying the tingle that moved through my body. My cock had started to get a little harder and I anticipated the possibility of an exciting evening. I looked at the clock and saw that I still had 30 minutes to go.

One of my very good friends, Irving Stoops, had called earlier and I ask him if he would like to come over this evening. I planned to have a small piece of grilled salmon and a large salad and I had enough for two. I also told him that I was feeling very healthy and then laughed. Irving said he would be delighted. Irving is three years older than me and was married 42 years when his wife passed away several years ago. He sold everything he owned near a small town in Ohio, Findlay. He had worked there at Marathon Oil for 39 years. His wife taught second grade at a nearby elementary and they had no children so they had a very comfortable life. Irving joked that he shot blanks but he sure shot a shit load of them in target practice. He always laughed when he said it but I often wondered if he would have liked to have had children.

I let my eyes close and I thought back to my first meeting with him. Irving was one of those late bloomers I mentioned. He had never been with a woman other than his wife except for a brief R and R in Thailand while he was in Vietnam. He never spoke of the war. I was deferred and never had to serve but we both shared the sorrow of losing 58,000 of our peers.

We first met at the YMCA where I went to work out. I noticed him from his first day there but he kept to himself. After several days, I saw him head for the showers and decided I wanted to see this guy up close. I stopped my workout, gave him a 3 minute head start and followed him. I suppose it sounds perverse but I really wanted to see his body. Irving was only about 58 but he must have weighed 240 pounds. The fact he had a big belly that hung over the waistband of his shorts put him on my wish list. He wore an old, tight BGSU t-shirt that rode up his belly several inches and should have been retired years ago, but it hugged his belly and showed off some very nice looking man tits. They also showed his nipples which just excited me that much more. He also was wearing some very old shorts as they were the kind with the short legs. They were too small for him but I was not going to complain. Try as I might, I could not see any outline of cock although he had a nice large ball bulge.

I hurried along hoping that he was going to shower and not just dress and leave. I found that many older guys shower and dont seem at all self conscious about walking around naked. I walked in casually and headed to my locker but saw no sign of Irving (whose name I did not yet know). I thought that he must have gone straight to his car and driven home in his workout clothes. I walked toward my locker in the middle row, where I have a clear view of all coming and going, and I practically knocked him over. I apologized profusely and said I just wasnt watching where I was going. He apologized back and said he was going to get a drink of water before he showered and was not watching where he was going. We laughed and I held out my hand and told him I was Jack Hanson, hoping the use of my last name would prompt him to do the same. He said he was Irving Stoops and was glad to meet me. I told him I was really sorry because I about bowled him over. He laughed and said he had been an offensive lineman in college so he was used to being run over. We both laughed again and I sat down to undress as he walked over to get his drink.

When he came back, we commented on how we managed to get lockers side by side even though the rest of the locker room was empty. I told him it was Murphys Law of the Locker Room. He laughed and nodded his agreement and sat down on the bench beside me and started to undress. We continued the small talk as we undressed. We found that we actually lived less than a half mile apart in the same development but on opposite sides. Irving pulled his shirt off and exposed the most perfect smooth, round belly and gorgeous man tits with small, tight, erect nipples. He had very little body hair and what he did have was snow white. I didnt want to get caught staring so I reached back and pulled my shirt over my head. As you know from my early writings, I did not have any body hair even at the time I graduated from high school, which earned me the nickname Smooth Pony. It was explained to have been caused by my early hepatitis as a child and it would eventually grow in. Except that the doctors were all wrong and it never did. I was devoid of any body hair and had never had any. I longed for pubic hair as a youth but later discovered that men were fascinated and turned on by my smoothness so I turned it into a positive in my life.

My upper body was even smoother than Irvings and even bigger as I still tipped the scales at over 260 pounds. At over 6 feet I was still a fat man with a big belly. Irving was quite pale compared to my nice tan and he commented on it. I told him I had a screened in pool and a fenced in backyard so I liked to work out in the flowers. I told him that it was always a good idea to use a good sunscreen down here though.

We were both barefooted and wearing just our shorts and I was really anticipating Irving pulling his off. I thought maybe he would feel more comfortable if I went first so I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. I saw Irving glance sideways as I stood back up. He actually glanced just a couple beats too long which let me know he had noticed the other thing about my nickname Smooth Pony. Since puberty, not only did I have no body hair but I also had adult sized genitals. Not so cool at age 14 but a big plus later in life. At age 19 I had close to 7 inches and had added another one and one half inch as an adult. The Pony part of my nickname referred to the fact that my cock had always been the same size whether soft or hard. So Irvings sideways glance took in a hairless cock that hung down 8.5 inches. I knew that could also be intimidating.

Irving seemed to hesitate before pulling down his pants. I turned to pick up my towel allowing me a full view of his package. His balls were a very nice size, actually not much smaller than my hen eggs. His cock was pretty thick, uncut and about 3 inches long but with folds of wrinkled skin. As a youth I might have gone yuck but now I knew those wrinkles held promise of bigger things to come. He picked up his towel and kind of held it in front of him.

We walked around the corner to the showers and turned on our shower heads leaving one between us. One of my favorite things about this Y is that they have the gang shower like in the old days. We kept up a constant line of chatter and I found out Irvings wife had died of cancer a few years before. I listened to him and asked if he had found anyone else to share parts of his life. He said he hadnt and honestly didnt care to. He said losing one wife was bad enough. He asked about me and I told him I was a confirmed bachelor and was too selfish to conform to living with another. He laughed and said I must have had some wild times.

When he said that, I saw his eyes go down to my cock and back up quickly. I decided to give him a chance to look if he wanted. I started shampooing my hair and had to close my eyes and told him that I had my share of fun but I was more of a quiet man who liked to read, garden, watch some sports and travel when the opportunity arose. I stepped back under the shower to wash the shampoo off and opened my eyes a crack. I could see that Irving was taking the opportunity to check out my cock and all-over tan. As I rinsed, his eyes moved back up. Irving kind of tossed out that he bet I got plenty of pussy especially considering and then trailed off. I felt a small tingle of excitement at the turn of conversation but was not sure how honest I could be as I didnt want to scare him off. I decided to go generic and just said that I was pretty picky about my sexual partners and that I had always had just a small number of meaningful relationships at any certain time.

I glanced at Irving and could see that in his soaping of his genitals, his cock had thickened and lengthened to about 5 inches but was still wrinkled a little. He said off handedly that I was a lucky sucker because his well had been dry since his wife died. I asked again how long it had been and he said over 3 years. I gave a low whistle and said I dont think I had ever gone more than a couple days without an orgasm. He looked at me incredulously and blurted out, you get laid that much? I laughed and told him no, I was sorry it sounded that way. I meant that when I am not with a friend, I have to take care of my own needs. He looked kind of embarrassed that the topic had suddenly turned to jacking off. I apologized and told him that I guess I am too blunt at times but I just assumed that all guys masturbate even though they dont talk about. He said, yeah, I guess thats true, especially if they are alone...like me, he added. I guess I just never heard another person say it so plain or make it sound soso ok. I admitted that our society had drummed plenty of guilt into people over masturbation and even other sexual issues in what should simply should be a pleasurable act between a consenting coupleor more, then I laughed. Irving kind of gave a nervous laugh and told me that wasnt something he would know about but he bet it could be pretty exciting.

I knew we were on a good topic as Irving had washed his cock several times now and I had seen him look at my cock several more times, although he was trying hard not to get caught. I admitted that I had been in a few situations like that and that they were indeed extremely exciting. My own cock had puffed up just a little and I turned my water temperature down a little to keep my cock under control so I didnt send this lovely man screaming into the hills. I said that my preference was still one on one even if I was the only one. We both laughed and then Irving said that his wife really was never very experimental so he kept some magazines in his workshop, then seemed sorry he had said it. I told him that some people were like that and yet he still had his life ahead of him and maybe he would still experience some exciting new sexual adventures. I was thinking about them being with me but I didnt say that. He just grunted and said, yeah, maybe, but not many women go for an old fat ass with a huge gut and a small dick.

I once again saw an opening and told him that he might be surprised how many people are attracted to heavy set men and his penis looked quite nice sized although I hoped he would forgive that I had looked. I said that I think all guys tend to peek in a locker room. I knew I always had. He blushed slightly and said he guessed I was right because he found that he also did but then added that he wasnt queer or anything. I laughed and told him I didnt take what he said that way and it wouldnt bother me if he were gay. I told him I would take it as a compliment that a man found me attractive. He just looked at me for a long several seconds. I thought I had blown the entire thing and I was really beginning to like this man.

What he said next surprised me. He told me that when he saw the size of my dick, he didnt want to get undressed because his is so small. He also had never seen anyone so smooth and without tan lines before. I told him I get that all the time then I explained my medical history, the fact that my cock is the same size soft or hard and even about the nickname Smooth Pony. I left out the parts about my adoptive dad and Mr. Wells and all the other stuff in later years.

He listened with rapt attention and I could see him kind of pull on his cock a little. I told him that I chose to be with people I found attractive to me and who were interesting and who seemed as if they would be fun. I felt as if we were moving closer to my truth and I still wasnt sure how he would react. He said he really had what he thought was an average size hard on although his balls had always been big. When he realized what he had said he started to stammer. I reached out and patted his shoulder and said I thought he looked great. He gave me a funny look and said he sure wasnt in my league. I told him he didnt have to be, he just needed to be himself. He told me he had never heard about anyone whose dick was the same size soft or hard. He hesitated then asked if it stuck up in the air when hard. I laughed and told him that it most certainly did although not as high as it once had. He laughed and said, aint that the truth.

Irving now had the worlds cleanest cock as he had soaped it and washed the head several times. I decided to press it a little and pointed with my head and told him that he was like me in that he liked it really clean. He seemed flustered for a second as he looked down to see that his cock had grown several inches and was slightly on the rising incline. He looked so embarrassed but I immediately told him that not only that but I sure didnt see anything small about it. He apologized and tried to cover himself with his hand. You must think I am a real pervert, he said. I told him not at all. I thought he was probably kind of lonely and maybe even pretty horny and our topic had even had a similar effect on me. I added that I thought he was a very attractive man. Irving looked down and his eyes got widened as he could see my cock had also started to rise. He looked down at his own penis and laughed that at least he wasnt as far behind as before. I looked him right in the eye and said, I repeat, I think your penis is fine and you are a very attractive man.

Irving held my gaze and seemed to try to think what to say. I held my breath. He then said flat out, youre gay arent you? This was the moment and I wasnt sure what to say other than yes but instead I looked right back at him and answered his question with a question. Would that be a deal breaker for a friendship?

He waited what seemed to be a very long time before he answered. I have only been with two women in my life and one of them I paid for with US Marine Corp dollars. I have known gay guys from work and they really seemed like ok guys. I know Im not queer but I cant deny that what we talked about today excited me and made me want to see, hear and learn more. I want to have somebody touch me and excite me but I also dont want to face some pathetic old woman in the morning. He paused then added in a quiet voice, What would you do to me?

I stared at him and just smiled and told him I would only do things that made him feel good. I said I would not do anything if he didnt want me to but I also added that I really wanted to. I went on to say I would want to undress him and caress him and run my mouth and tongue all over his beautiful body. My words were having an effect on Irving as he put some soap on his hand and was rolling it around on his cock and had a kind of dreamy look in his eyes. His cock really was growing to a nice size. I guessed close to 7 inches and pretty thick. I thought measuring it would be a fun thing to do. His large balls had stretched out considerable from the warm water and they we really were outstanding in size. He was now sliding his hand back and forth on his soap-lubricated cock.

I told him that I had wanted to suck his tits from the moment I saw them and he remarked his wife wouldnt do it because she thought it sick. I reached out and took his nipple gently between my fingers and gave it a tiny pull then rolled it back and forth between my fingertips. Holy fuck! he said. His hand was moving pretty good now and I could see him looking openly at my cock that was now sticking straight out from my body. He started to reach out and touch it then pulled his hand back. I told him to go ahead, that it wouldnt bite. He reached out again and put one finger on the head on my cock. That did send a shiver through me and I moaned softly. He seemed to be encouraged by that and added his fingers around it like he was turning a doorknob. He reached back to his own cock and got a little soap suds and lightly turned his hand on my cock head again. I moaned more and he then slid his hand up and down the shaft. He said he had never touched a mans dick before but that he and a cousin used to sometimes jack each other off when they were 13 or 14. I told him the practice hadnt changed all that much.

He leaned toward me and asked what to do if someone walked in. I told him we needed to move around the corner into the handicapped stall which had a shower curtain. We moved into that stall and turned on the shower and pulled the curtain behind us.

I told him that I would like him to come over tonight for dinner and that I was just going to do one more thing then we would leave. He looked at me and I could see the disappointment in his eyes. I told him that he was not going to be at all disappointed by the time he left my house tonight. Then I turned him to rinse off the soap and leaned over and slid his now very hard cock into my mouth. He gasped and his body jerked. I pulled back off and looked up and he had his head thrown back slightly and his eyes closed. She would never even consider doing that, he whispered. I thought I would go my whole fucking life and never know what it feels like. With that I drove my mouth all the way to his silver and sparse pubic hair and back off and back down. Irving just moaned a low moan the entire time. I took my mouth off of Irvings cock and told him that was what he had to look forward to tonight. He wanted me to finish him and I explained I would finish him and do much more that he would love but I wanted him to anticipate it and savor it. We are in a shower at the Y, I said. I want to make love to you the way you deserve and without interruption. I stood up and our bellies brushed although I stood several inches taller. I put my hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. I also dont want you to run home and jack off, no matter how badly you want to. I am going to take you to some of the places from your fantasies Irving and you are going to love it, I said. He held my eyes and said I think I already do Jack, thank you. We did a slightly awkward man hug with our big bellies between us and our cocks still half hard. Irving smiled and said, how the fuck do I get out of the shower with half a hard on? Easy, I replied as I turned around and turned off the hot water.

The doorbell rang and brought me back to the moment. I smiled to myself how the memory of my first meeting with Irving had me a chubbed up a little. I grabbed a towel and yelled, coming which then made me laugh. I wrapped the towel around my waist just in case it wasnt Irving and opened the door. He looked me up and down and could see the bulge where my pony cock pushed out the towel and said, still keeping it clean I see. We both laughed and them we embraced and traded caring open-mouthed kisses. I dropped my towel and started to unbutton his shirt. I leaned forward and took his small, hard nipple in my mouth. Our evening was starting off just as I had envisioned it.