4 comments/ 24188 views/ 0 favorites The Adventures of Ted and Mark By: sensual_senior Mark and I met at a local Senior's Center. Both of us are healthy, active retirees in our mid 60s. He had lost his wife, Carrie, of 26 years to cancer about 9 months before we met. I had lost mine to surgery complications abour 11 months before. Our mutual interests and lonliness drew us together like old friends meeting again after years apart. We watched sports, visited museums, played poker, had long talks and and listened to jazz. He came over to my place and reworked my late wife's flower beds. He had a green thumb and I didn't. I cooked him dinner. I'm a fair cook. We even double-dated to the several plays. Neither of us wanted to begin a committed relationship, becuse both had been happily married to the loves of our lives. His grown daughters were married and living in New York and California. My son has disowned me. We quickly settled into a once or twice a week get-together for a meal or an adventure. That all changed the weekend we spent at Ted's lake house. We spent Saturday making repairs and cleaning the house and yard. I fixed a lasagne from scratch for dinner. Afterwards, we sat on the deck, working on the second bottle of Chianti, while watching the golden sun sink into the lake. A few high thin clouds glowed with vibrant shades of orange and red. Ted sighed. "Mark, you know what I miss the most?" he said. "What?" I asked. He smiled wistfully. "The massages Carrie used to give me after a day like this." "That would be a perfect way to end the day." "Of course, then we'd have great sex." "I'll bet. I used to give Connie slow erotic massages that she seemed to really enjoy." I felt my dick getting hard, as I watched Ted take a sip of wine. He seemed lost in thought. For the first time, I studied Ted's body. He was a couple of inches taller than me. He kept himself in good shape. I scanned his frame noticing that his dick seemed to be tenting his shorts. He turned toward me, raised his glass. "My compliments to the chef. This is a great Chianti." We clinked glasses. His eyes dropped to my lap. He winked. "Thanks." "Did you and Connie have great sex after you massaged her?" "Yes, we did. I made sure she was completely satisified before I finished. She usually came at least three times before I entered her." I smiled. Shaking my head, I thought, why was I telling him this. It must be the wine and the beautiful memories. The sun was sinking below the horizon as I refilled our glasses. "It seems that both of us were lucky guys to have such great wives." said Ted, finally breaking the silence. "You got that right." "A toast, To fantastic wives.' By now, my dick was pushing my shorts like a teepee. Glancing at Ted, his dick was straining at his shorts. Ted gazed at the rim of the sun just above the horizon. "Have you ever played with a man?" he asked, not looking at me. "My cousin and I used to play around, when he came here. We would jack each other off and sometimes suck each other." My dick jumped when he asked that. When I was a kid an older neighborhood boy had forced me to suck him. But, that was a long time ago. Ted looked at me. "Don't get me wrong. I love having sex with women. And I plan to continue to, as long as they don't want to get married." "I feel the same way, Ted. But I'll have to admit that I suck a neighor kid a long time ago. And since, Connie died, I have had fantasies about being with another man. "What kind of fantasies?" "Well, Connie and I used to do some kinky things. She would tie me up, blindfold me and tease me mercilessly. Then make make me eat her until she was completely spent. I've wondered what it would be like with a man." Ted stared intently at me. I knew our friendship just had just moved to another level. Our dicks were now controlling it. Ted said, "I believe we're both thinking the same thing. I need a massage and you have a fantasy to be fulfilled." "Yes, we are." "Let's make it interesting. We'll play some poker to see who gets his wish fulfilled first. The loser has to satisify the winner's. Deal?" "Deal" We clinked glasses, rose and went inside. (To be continued- The Poker Game and more) The Adventures of Ted and Mark Ch. 02 Background: Mark and I are active, vibrant retirees in our mid 60s. We enjoy many activities, both together and separately. Each of us has a "Bucket List" of things we want to do. We are alone, but we aren't lonely. Even though neither of us has close ties to our families, we don't let that stop us from living our lives. You might think of us as Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davis, the Army running backs of the mid 1940s. He is "Mr. Outside", and I'm "Mr. Inside". Mark enjoys outside activities, and I relish indoor events. Both of us loved our wives, and were faithful to them during our marriages. We honor their memories. We miss them, but we know they would have wanted us to take advantage of the opportunities presented to us. Neither one of us wants to remarry. Carpe Diem. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the clouds with hues of red, orange and pink. An owl hooted, signaling the beginning of his nightly hunt. As I followed Mark inside, I checked out his body. He kept himself in good shape. He was about six-foot with wide shoulders, and had a nice butt. My dick pulsed and drooled as I wondered what he was like naked. Mark headed for his game room, turned on the light over his poker table and sat down. "Let's play a little Strip Showdown," he said, motioning me to a seat two away from his. He picked up the deck of cards from the center of the table and began shuffling them. "First, a few house rules. The game is Strip Showdown. Only one article of clothing is at stake for each hand. The loser will strip the winner, slowly. "Agreed?" I nodded. "Cut for deal." I turned a jack of diamonds. Mark flipped a queen of spades. He leaned forward, smiling as he dealt each of us five cards face down. "Looks like it's my night," he said. "We show at the same time." His ace of clubs beat my seven of hearts. The next cards were Mark ten of clubs, mine a ten of spades. The third for Mark, an eight of diamonds, mine a seven of spades. "Maybe not," I grinned. "My pair of sevens have you now." "For now." We flipped the fourth cards. Mark's was a two of diamonds, mine a six of hearts. The final card for Mark was an ace of diamonds, mine a king of clubs. "Right sandal, here," he patted the seat between us. Mark won the second hand, queen high. I won the third hand with a pair of jacks. Mark's left sandal joined my pair in the seat. "This is starting to get interesting," Mark smiled. "It started to get interesting when we finished the second bottle of Chianti," I replied. I dealt the fourth hand, winning it with three fives. "Showtime," Mark said, as he dealt the fifth hand. He collected his cards and flipped them over. Fanning them revealed a an eight high club flush. He laughed. "Beat that." I turned my cards spreading out two pairs, nines and fours. "Shirt" Mark beamed and patted the seat. I lifted my tee shirt over my shoulders and added it to the pile. Mark reached over and pinched my left nipple while pulling and twisting it. My dick throbbed and drooled, as he let his hand drop to my soaked lap. He rubbed and squeezed my dick through my boxers. He winked. "Looks like you're going to be giving me a massage first." "It's not over, yet," I said. I quickly dealt and lost the sixth hand, ten high to Mark's king high. Mark leaned back and leered at me, as I slowly removed my shorts. My dick poked through the opening of my boxers, hard and pulsing. Now, I sat next to my best friend wearing only my soaking wet boxers. The next hand could have me naked before him. The seventh hand came down to the last card. Before we turned the last card, a two of hearts, king of hearts, jack of hearts, nine of hearts was spread in front of Mark. I looked down at my four cards displayed on the green felt, a ten of diamonds, a seven of clubs, an eight of spades, a ten of clubs. Excitement and anticipation filled the room. Mark and I stared directly at each other, as we flipped the last card. "King of spades," Mark said loudly, slapping his hand down on the table. "Kings beat your tens." He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his hands together. He motioned for me to stand directly in front of him as I removed my boxers. He tweaked and pinched my nipples, played with my foreskin, dick and balls for several minutes, and my ass when I turned around. Mark stood up and continued to fondle my dick and balls. He released them as I pulled his shirt over his head. He pumped and squeezed my dick before I knelt in front of him to slowly remove his shorts and boxers. He brushed his throbbing, drooling circumcised dick across my lips. He left a trail of precum on my lips. "Are you ready to pay off your debt?" He laughed and winked. "I know I'm ready" We headed toward the bedroom. He stopped by the bathroom for a towel, before spreading it on his bed and laying face down on it. To be contined...The Massage. The Adventures of Ted and Mark Ch. 03 Mark lay on the bed, arms at his sides, legs slightly apart, eyes closed. A contented smile creased his face. He wiggled his ass getting comfortable. The light from the cracked bathroom door splashed across his ass and face. I stood beside the bed. A cascade of images flooded my mind...Connie wiggling her butt like Mark...my hands roaming her supple body...nibbling and biting her nipples...Connie's auburn hair settling on her shoulders...sucking my boyhood friend, Brian's dick...Connie's mouth engulfing my dick...her tongue circling the head of my dick under the foreskin...nibbling on Connie's clit....fingers probing her pussy...Brian bobbing up and down on my dick...my hands squeezing Connie's beautiful ass. "Are you going to gawk all night? Mark asked without opening his eyes. "I'm waiting. And, I'll make you wait even longer, when it's my turn." "Patience, friend." I spanked both his ass cheeks. Sitting on the side of the bed, I poured some baby oil into my palm and rubbed my hands together. I lifted his left arm across my lap and began an up-down motion along it. My dick throbbed against his arm. He pushed his arm firmly into it. As I worked the oil into his skin, he wrapped his hand around my dick and squeezed it. "Hey, I'm the one giving the massage." I finished his arm. Then, I crawled onto the bed spreading his legs farther apart. As I settled between them, I leaned forward and poured some oil across his shoulders and down his spine. My dick nestled between his ass cheeks, as I began rubbing the oil about his neck and shoulders. He lifted his butt and enclosed my dick. I swatted his ass. Increasing the pressure, I kneaded and spread the oil over his neck and shoulders. "You sure are tense," I said. "Who wouldn't be tense with his best friend's dick poking him in the ass?" "Remember, you're the winner. Just relax and enjoy it" He shifted his but and settled back down on the bed. "Oh, I am." Using my palms, I smeared the oil all over his back, sides and shoulders down to the top of his crease. His skin absorbed the oil. I could feel him start to relax. With the sides of my hands, I marched all over his back. Then, I switched to my knuckles and vigorously probed the same area. Mark moaned and groaned. I added a line of oil across the small of his back and a bit at the top of his crease. Grabbing and squeezing his butt like a couple of cantaloupes, I massaged his cheeks, using my thumbs to spread the oil down his crease. When I brushed his rosebud, Mark moaned and lifted his butt. I pushed him back down. He sighed. I drew lines of oil down both thighs and calves. As I worked the oil into Mark's thighs, my hands brushed his balls. My fingers pinched on his sack. I could feel the tension draining from him. Moving down to his calves, I rubbed and kneaded them. After devoting several minutes to them, I poured more oil in my palms and began spreading it on his left foot. Exerting pressure with my thumbs, I probed the bottom and side of his foot. Mark grunted and moaned. "Relax," I said. "I studied Reflexology. All the organs in your body have nerve endings in your foot. I just hit some possible problems. We'll talk about it later. Nothing serious. I'm about done with your back." I quickly picked up his right foot and covered it with oil. I finished his right foot, accompanied by a couple of groans. Swatting his ass, "Time for the front," I said. Mark turned over, sporting a big smile, and a raging, bobbing hardon. "I can see why Connie enjoyed your massages." "I've had very few complaints, so far." "You'll get none from me," he grinned. He settled back and closed his eyes. His dick throbbed and danced. Precum was smeared just below his navel. I moved between his legs. Our dicks throbbed against each other. I drew a line of oil across his shoulder and upper right arm. I massaged it into his arm and hand, just as I had his left arm and hand. Next, I spread the oil over his chest and abdomen, rubbing and kneading it into his skin. I pinched and tweaked both nipples. Adding more oil just below his navel and down both legs, I worked it into those areas. I used my fingers, palms and thumbs to spread it all over. I purposely avoided his dick. When I finished, I pushed his legs further apart and poured more oil into my palm. I gently smeared it over his sac, cupping his balls. My middle finger massaged the area below his balls and moved to tease his rosebud. I leaned down and sucked on the vein at the juncture between his right thigh and his pelvis. Licking and sucking his balls for several minutes, I did the same to the left vein. "That feels sooo good." My lips and tongue travelled to the base of his dick. I licked, nibble up his dick and stopped at the rim. I spent several minutes attacking his dick. I stopped and wrapped my hand around it and pumped rapidly. Inserting the tip of my tongue into his peephole, I slowly bathed his mushroom before sucking the head into my mouth. Mark tensed and shoved his dick deep into my throat. I sucked and tongued it while continuing to pump it. He grabbed my head with both hands, holding it firmly while ramming my mouth. We quickly set up and rhythm. Mark's legs tightened around me.. I shoved my oily index finger deep into his rosebud. "I'm about ready to blow my wad," Mark yelled. The tempo sped up. "Here it comes. OOOOOH!" I felt the spurts of cum filling my mouth and throat. They seem to have a salty taste. I drank every one hungrily. I continued licking and swallowing until the shooting slowed. Savoring every drop, I kept licking and cleaning dick, until it softened and slipped from my mouth. "WOW, that the best massage and blowjob I've ever had," Mark said, as he fell back limp and drained. I rolled over and lay beside him. "You weren't kidding when you said you give great massages. I had a tough time holding off before you finished my back." As he recovered, Mark pinched and tweaked my nipples. His hands and fingers roamed over my chest. He avoided my throbbing and pulsing dick. "I gotta go pee," Mark said. He rose slowly and headed to the bathroom. I lay back, smiling. At least I had given my best friend something to remember. I was a little frustrated, but somehow contented. "You'd better go take a leak. It might be a looong time before you can," Mark said. "When you're through, come back and lay face up on the bed, and keep your eyes closed." He quickly left the bedroom. Back on the bed, I wondered what Mark had in mind. I trusted him, but I was a little nervous about what he might do to me. I was about to find out. Mark returned. I felt something being tied around my head. I opened my eyes and couldn't see anything. "Spread you arms and legs." He roped me spread-eagle on the bed. Pumping my dick a couple of times, he pulled the foreskin below the head of my dick. "You trust me? Right?" "Yes," I replied. "You know I won't do anything to hurt you. You might be a little sore by the time I get through with you. I'm checking out a few sites to get some ideas. Are you okay with that?" "I...I guess so. I've never done any hardcore stuff." "Neither have I. I just want to get some ideas. Okay?" "What can I do, now, to stop you?" "I'll leave you now to do a little surfing. You can ponder what I'm going to do when I return." I heard him leave the room. To be continued...Ted's Adventure. The Adventures of Ted and Mark Ch. 04 Outside, the wind rustled the trees causing them to perform a tap dance on the window. Inside, silence and blackness. I lay tied naked and spreadeagled on my best friend's bed at his lake house. My senses were heightened because of the blindfold. The foreskin of my dick was painfully stretched under its head. It has been a while since it has been in this position. A growing pool of precum formed in my pubic hair on my lower abdomen. The ropes held me so that I had little mobility. After Mark had secured me to the bed, he left the room to go surf the internet to figure out what he was going to do to me. I trusted him when he said that he wouldn't do anything to cause me permanent physical, but I wondered what his fertile mind was dreaming up. Earlier, I had covered his body from his neck to the soles of his feet with baby oil. I had used my fingers, palms, knuckles and the edges of my hand to spread, rub, massage, knead and pommel his body. In the process, I had pinched, pulled, twisted and bit his nipples. But, my main attention had been his uncut dick. I had licked, bit, nibbled, squeezed and pumped it. I had sucked and played with his balls, before concentrating on licking and probing his peephole, and sucking the head into my mouth. I had established a quickening rhythm of sucking and pumping his dick until he filled my mouth with Chianti flavored cum, as I shoved my index finger into his rosebud. Now, I waited, completely at his mercy for him to return. My thoughts drifted back to a night that my late wife, Connie, had been really creative. After I had massaged her, and licked, tongued and sucked her to two draining orgasms, she lay recuperating in my arms. One of her hands played with my dick, the other roamed my chest and pinched and twisted my nipples. She told me she had a surprise for me. I knew she was planning something special. She then tied me spreadeagle on our bed with cotton rope and blindfolded me. She raked my body with her fingernails, before leaving the room. When she came back, I felt her place several items on the bed. The next thing I know, a damp brush lightly tickled my lips. I smelled the remnants of shaving cream. It was my shaving brush. She continued the devilish teasing on my ears, face, neck and upper chest. Pausing at my nipples, she spent several agonizing minutes teasing them. She ever so slowly worked the brush back and forth across my chest, down my sides and circling my navel. Again, she paused there devoting some time to it. All this time, my dick was throbbing, pulsing and drooling. Precum leaked onto my stomach. I arched my body to meet the brush strokes, and fell back away from it. I could hear her chuckling as she stroked my body. I knew she was enjoying what she was doing to my body. Carefully avoiding my hard dick and balls, she continued stroking my thighs, legs and feet, even the soles. Abruptly the teasing stopped. She crawled onto the bed between my legs. I heard a lid being unscrewed. The smell of Vick's VapoRub reached my nose. She gently massaged my balls. Almost immediately my balls began tingling and absorbing the heat. Next, she applied the VapoRub to my nipples. Both my nipples and balls tingled and burned. She sat back and allowed the intensity to grow. I was bucking, twisting and turning. My dick seemed close to bursting forth. I felt cum surging up my legs. She must have sensed that I was close. She squeezed the base of my dick, stopping the buildup. The pressure eased. Suddenly, I felt her VapoRub-coated favorite dildo slowly probing my rosebud. My asshole was on fire as she gently pushed it deeper inside me. She pumped it in and out a couple of times, leaving buried deep inside me. Holding the base of my dick tightly, I felt a coated finger inside my foreskin, circling my mushroom. She covered the entire head under the skin. My whole genital area was tingling, burning and creating an almost unbearable lust. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I erupted. As my legs stiffened, she moved her pussy to my mouth drove it against my tongue. She was as excited as I was. She bucked and ground her pussy into my probing tongue. She reached back and pumped my dick as the first of her nectar flooded my mouth. My cum exploded all over my stomach, her back and her ass. She collapsed on top of me. We lay that way, exhausted for a long time. "Open wide," Mark said. I had not heard him come back. "I thought maybe you needed a drink." I felt something wet, round and cold being pushed into my mouth. A small, light chain dropped onto my chin. He quickly tied some cloth around my head to hold it in place. "It's a tea caddy filled with ice," Mark said. "Besides, you need something get your mouth used to being filled. I see you've been thinking about what I have planned for you. I've gotten some interesting idea from the web." He grabbed my dick and pumped it roughly a couple of times. He pulled the foreskin up to cover my mushroom. "Don't go anywhere," he laughed. "I have to collect some other items. I'll be back" What have I gotten myself into? I'm tied, blindfolded and gagged. Mark is searching for some items to use on me. Have I created a monster? He really seems to be enjoying his power over me. Well, I ask for it, when I told him how kinky Connie and I used to be. What the hell? I'm just going to relax and enjoy it. I haven't felt this alive for a long time. Cold water from the melting ice in the tea caddy trickled down my parched throat. My dick, which had been rock hard for several hours, softened and leaned sideways. It flopped about as I shifted into a more comfortable position. "I'm baaack," Mark announced in his best "Terminator" voice. "Did you miss me?" He grabbed my dick, squeezing it hard and pulling it straight up. I groaned and lifted my butt off the bed to ease the pain that shot through my groin. Mark eased his grip. I settled back on the bed. Pumping it several times, he yanked the foreskin down under the mushroom head. He leaned close to me and said in a low voice, "I think you enjoyed giving me a massage, almost as much as I did receiving it. You found some very sensitive spots on my body that I didn't know I had." I felt a finger drawing light circles on the palm of my expose right hand. Then, his fingertips slowly traced a zigzag pattern down the inside of my arm. "I read somewhere that teasing and pain are powerful aphrodisiacs. So now, I'm going to relish seeing how your body reacts to my teasing and pain. Feel free to moan and groan." His fingers grazed my ears, face, lips, and chin before trailing down and crisscrossing my chest. My dick hardened as the sensations travelled through my body. I moaned, savoring them. He rubbed my right nipple and flicked it with his fingernails. Then, he pinched it hard while pulling up on it. I groaned. He repeated the process on my left nipple. Using all ten fingertips, Mark teased my stomach, sides and pubic hair for what seemed like an hour. All the time, my dick was throbbing and leaking precum. My whole body was flooded with tingling excitement. Mark hummed to himself. Every time I reacted to his fingers, he spent several minutes on that area. WHACK, Whack, WHACK, Whack. The fours blows from what seemed like a wooden ruler started just below my balls on my right leg. Other blows, alternating hard and soft, travelled down my leg and foot, then, moved to and up my left leg. They became harder and fasted as they neared my balls again. I groaned and writhed under the assault. I could feel cum surging up my legs. Mark squeezed the base of my dick until I started to relax. "You can't come, yet. I'm not done." Then, I felt a brush painting the soles of my feet. He quickly painted the inside of both of my thighs, moving closer and closer toward my balls. I moaned. Mark climbed on the bed between my spread legs and covered my balls with brush strokes for several minutes. The strokes continued up and down and around my pulsing dick. He squeezed the base and concentrated slow grazing paths on my mushroom. I heard a low buzzing sound, followed shortly by a vibrator point teasing my rosebud. Mark eased it in and out of my asshole three or four times, before shoving it deep inside me. I grunted and bucked about. He moved up until our hard dicks were touching. Wrapping his hands around both of them, he used his thumbs to mix our juices. "I'll bet you're thirsty," he said, as he inched up my body, leaving a trail of precum. Untying the gag and yanking out the tea caddy, he brushed his dick across my lips. I licked his head. He placed a pillow under my head as he eased his dick deeper and deeper into my waiting mouth. My tongue bathed it, as I sucked it deeper. He eased back until just the tip was touching my teeth. Grasping my head in his hands, he began a rhythmic assault. It didn't take long for him flood my throat with his cum. He kept pounding away as his dick softened. "Wow, you were thirsty," he said as he pulled his dick from my sucking lips. Mark reached down and turned the vibrator on high, as he began pumping my dick. I was so close to exploding, that by the time he moved down my body, I covered his dick with my load. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. "You really shot your big wad, old friend," he said. "It's cleanup time." He offered his limp, cum-covered dick for me to have my last drink. When I was finished, he rolled off me. Both of us were exhausted. After he recovered a little bit, he removed the vibrator and untied me. "This has been a veery interesting day and evening," Mark said. "Yes, it has," I replied, drowsily. We drifted into a deep, relaxed and refreshing sleep. Epilog: We spent the next day naked. We showered together, played an interesting game of pool, surfed adult websites, created a combined "Sex Bucket List", and discussed forming a Four S(Sensuous Seniors Savoring Sex) group. We wondered if there were other seniors who might be interested exploring the sensations of sex without guilt. We are not becoming obsessed with sex, but want to integrate it into our golden years. It is our belief that sex, without youthful hangups can be enjoyable. If anyone is interested, I might be persuaded to write about some other Adventures.