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The Gentlemen's Viagra Club

By: Baxter72



Women generally live longer than men, but that is not always true. "The Sunshine Boys"—as we had called ourselves in a joking manner—was composed of four men, all over the age of 65 and all of whom had lost their wives in the past ten years or so, most from things like breast cancer, leukemia, etc. Living in the same neighborhood in northern New Jersey, we all had known each other for many years, but we became much closer when we learned that we had that one thing in common.

I was a retired journalist, Warren was a retired advertising man, Jeff had owned an auto parts business, and Bill had been in government.

We met to play cards and have a couple of drinks about once a week, but we soon found that just living in the old neighborhood was itself a downer. "And the last thing I want to do is move to Florida," Jeff said. "People go there to die."

"The real estate market is sky high right now," Warren said, "We should all sell and get the hell out of New Jersey. Move to someplace where none of us has ever been before. Have a little fun before we die."

That sounded like a good idea to all of us, so we all put our houses up for sale, sold them pretty quickly, and made plans to move. We all wanted to move west, but none of us liked hot weather, so a place like Phoenix was out of the question. Instead, after much research, we chose Flagstaff, Arizona. At an elevation of 7,000 feet, Flagstaff was up in the mountains, had a population of about 50,000, and had an excellent school of higher learning, Northern Arizona University. I went out first on a scouting exposition, and the report I brought back convinced the rest of them that Flagstaff was where we should go.

So I went out again and arranged for four luxury single bedroom apartments, all in the same complex, so we could continue being friends.

"The only problem with this retirement life is that there's no sex," Warren said one night when we were playing cards. "Viagra would be wasted on coots like us."

"Maybe not," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking about something. It's a wild idea, kind of like one of my magazine stories, but it could work." I explained the idea to them, and they were crazy about it—as long as I would set it up. I told them I would.

The next day I called in a classified Help Wanted ad to the Northern Arizona University newspaper, which read: "Four retired businessmen, newly moved to Flagstaff, seek part-time combination helper, guide and go-fer. Pay $12 an hour. Call ------------." I knew that NAU had thousands of students, so I thought we would get some response.

And we did. Ten people called about the job, eight of them women. I figured I would interview them, starting with the women (I had no intention of interviewing the men.) Of the eight women, an even four of them were quite pretty, but one, Shelly, seemed to be the friendliest and the most open-minded. So I hired her—but told the others I also would keep them in mind.

Shelly was very cute and lively. She was slender, about five-foot-six, and had short and curly dark hair. She also had an engaging smile.

I told her that I was a retired writer, and that Warren, Jeff, and Bill had all worked in the medical field.

At first the job was as we said: a little shopping for us, a little guiding. Warren had kept his car, a large SUV, and since Shelly had a license, she could drive us around when we wanted and take us on some sightseeing trips, such as to the Navajo and Hopi reservations. She seemed to be quite happy with the arrangement—and with the pay—so I thought it was time to move on.

"Shelly, I'm starting to work on an article for a medical journal that you may be able to help me with," I said one day.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes. You know what Viagra is, right?"

She smiled. "Of course."

"The theme of this article will be that Viagra can be a psychological and physical boost to widowers who have lost their partner but who because of their age have little chance to find another partner."

"Sounds interesting."

"Since Warren, Jeff and Bill were all in medical fields, they are helping me with info on it, but what I need is real life demonstration."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to provide each one of us with Viagra, one at a time, and then match us up with an attractive young lady to see if her youth and beauty is sufficient to arouse a sexual interest—and even performance—in the men. The only problem is: Where would I find one or more such young ladies? I can't use a professional, such as a prostitute, because that would invalidate the findings. Quite frankly, what I really need is a couple of open-minded college girls. Two would be enough."

"I see...."

"I hope you're not offended by this conversation."

"No, but---"

"The job would pay a hundred dollars a session, and each session once a week would last about an hour. I'm not suggesting that you do it, but I thought you might know some open-minded young ladies who might be willing to do this scientific study—and be well-paid for it."

"I'll think about it...," she said, "I let you know if I think of anyone."

"That's all I ask."

And she did think of someone. She came back the next day with a friend named Crystal, who also was very pretty. She was about an inch taller than Shelly and had long blonde hair.

"I've been thinking about it a lot," Shelly said, "And I talked it over with my roommate Crystal here, and I think we would both be willing to do it. All four of you seem like very nice professional men, and this is after all a scientific experiment. It's not like you're looking for call girls or something like that." 

She was right: nothing like that. Plus she forgot to mention the hundred dollars a session. That may have had something to do with her decision. "So how would it work?" she asked.

"Well, I've been talking with the others about it, and I really want to get this article done as soon as possible, so rather than doing it once a week, I think we would like to do it three times a week, perhaps two with you and one with Crystal. We would of course pay both of you on the spot—and in cash."

Shelly looked at Crystal. "What do you think?" 

"Sounds good to me. I sure could use the money." Crystal said.

Shelly turned back to me. "When would you want us to start?" she asked.

"Well, tonight is Thursday. How about tomorrow night, Friday, with you, Shelly?"

"All right."

All right was right. Young delicious pussy—served on a platter. I told the others about it, and they were as thrilled as I was. The arrangement, as I had told Shelly, was that one of us, beginning naturally with me, would be the subject, and the others would watch and take notes.

"Fucking A!" Jeff said.

"Fine expression for a medical profession," I chided. "I hope that tomorrow night you will act the part—in a restrained manner."

"We will be as good as gold," Warren said, "I just wish we could tape it. I have a cam."

"I'm afraid that would be going too far. They would get suspicious."

"I can hardly wait for my turn," Jeff said.

II

Shelly arrived at the appointed time, 7 p.m. The "medical professionals" were lined up on the couch, notepads in hand. I had moved the single bed mattress from the bedroom to the living room and had taken the Viagra

"What should I do?" Shelly asked nervously.

"Well, I think the first thing both of us should do is to get undressed." I had worked out a lot in my retirement years, so I was not ashamed of my body, but I knew this part would be a little harder for Warren.

"Okay." Shelly drew a deep breath and pulled her gray NAU sweatshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down, kicking her running shoes off at the same time. Now she was clad only in white panties and a white bra, both seemingly new. Sighing again, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She let it fall on the pants. "Showtime," she said with a smile, as if to reassure herself. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. 

She was absolutely beautiful with a small and delicate figure, small but round breasts and a nice brunette tuft of maidenhair between her thighs.

"You're very beautiful," I said as I began to get undressed. "I should tell you at this point that I had a vasectomy ten years ago, and I have never had any social diseases, so it won't be necessary to use a condom."

"Okay." 

When I was as naked as her, both she and I could see that a combination of her beautiful body and the Viagra was already working. My aged penis was standing nearly straight out.

"I think the next thing would be little foreplay," I said, stepping up on the mattress. "I believe you kids today call it a blowjob."

Shelly smiled. "Yes, that's what we kids today call it." Then she dropped to her knees before me and without any hesitation took it in her hand and started sucking on the end. Gradually, even as large as I was, she was able to take more and more of it in—until my pubic hair was on her lips. And she never choked once. I felt that I could explode into her mouth at any time, but that's not what I wanted to do, so after awhile I pulled it out.

"Now, why don't you lie down on the mattress?" I said.

She did so.

"Under the circumstances, I don't imagination you're as aroused as you would be with a boyfriend, so would it be all right if I performed oral sex on you to get you lubricated a bit?"

"I guess so." She spread her legs, and I crouched between them. What a beautiful little pussy she had. I could hardly wait to taste it.

And I did. She tasted like peaches. I enjoyed it so much that I kept it up longer than I intended, and to my surprise, she began to moan softly, and I could feel her getting wetter.

So I knew we were both ready. I lifted up her hips so the medical professionals could have a good view and gently I slipped it into her—all the way. She was warm and wet inside.

"Ohhhh, God...," she moaned.

That did it for me. I knew I wanted to last longer, but with a combination of her naked body and the Viagra, I could not. After a couple of thrusts, I exploded deep inside of her and collapse on her body.

"I'm sorry," I said. "At my age, I'm not supposed to have premature ejaculation."

"That's all right. You certainly proved that you can perform—at your age."

"Yes, the experiment was a success. I look forward to the next one."

I pulled out of her, and we both got up and got dressed. When she was ready to go, I paid her the $100 in cash. "You'll remind Crystal about tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Yes"

"Christ, I can hardly wait until tomorrow," said Jeff, who was next in line, after she had left. "I wonder if Crystal is a real blonde?"

"I guess you'll find out."

The Gentlemen's Viagra Club was such a success that we decided to keep it going permanently. We certainly had enough money to do so, and we knew that there would always be a ready supply of friendly and willing college girls. And it certainly did rejuvenate our lives and make us feel a lot happier and healthier.

And Warren did figure out a way of taping it—by hiding the camera behind a loose pile of books on the bookshelf. So sometimes, we had "movie night" to relive old memories.

The Gentlemen's Viagra Club has been such a success that I'm even thinking of writing an article about it.

The End

The Gentlemen's Viagra Club Ch. 02



For those who have not read the first part of this saga, here's a quick summation: Whether you are a man or a woman and have lived with someone for a long time, and then that person dies as a result of a terminal illness, life can be depressing and lonely. Tradition suggests that most men die before their wives, but in these days of an increasing number of breast and ovarian cancer cases, sometimes it is the other way around.

And so it was for myself and three other retired men—Warren, Jeff, and Bill—who became my friends. I was a retired college English professor, Warren had worked in advertising, Jeff had been in real estate, and Bill had done some kind of work with the federal government, secret stuff. I had been dealt "mandatory retirement at 65" by the college, and the other three men, also in their 60s, had been eased into retirement by higher-ups in their companies. And yet, all of us were still relatively sound in body and in mind.

My wife had died five years earlier of breast cancer, and their wives also had died of a variety of causes. We had not know each other earlier in our lives, but we all ended up doing the same thing: selling our lonely empty houses in the suburbs and moving to small apartments in New York City. We gradually got to know each other as the result of pick-up chess games in Central Park. And we found that we all had something in common: our wives had died, and we were all mentally and physically healthy—but without partners.

One of the first sensible things we did was to combine our resources and finances and move into a spacious two-bedroom, four-bed luxury apartment overlooking Central Park. 

"This is a nice place," Warren said. "But the only problem is: There's no sex in it. I'm still healthy enough to want and enjoy sex, but there isn't any. I have the money to afford a professional, but I don't want to have sex with a hooker. That's not very romantic."

"There may be a solution...," I said.

"Like what?" 

"Like this." And that's how I got the idea of The Gentlemen's Viagra Club. 

I advertised in the Village Voice and a couple of New York City campus newspapers that we were four professional men conducting a medical/psychological/physiological experiment to see if Viagra could really be a help to men in their sixties—but we needed non-professional female participants to help us with the experiment and would pay them $100 cash a session. 

You would not believe the number of responses we got. Shelly Baines, a pretty blonde young freshman at New York University, was one of the first to apply. She seemed very open-minded when I explained to her how the experiment would work, so we decided to start with her—and me. The deal was we would see if the beauty of her naked body was enough to create a state of arousal in her partner and thus a follow-through performance.

Luckily, she was able to assure us that she was "on the pill" and thus a condom would not be necessary—which sounded good to us. She got undressed in the living room that first night, and I was able to fuck her while my friends observed—and pretended to take notes.

Then Shelly introduced us to her roommate, Crystal Miller, a beautiful and slender brunette. Crystal liked the idea—and the money—as well and agreed to return that Friday to fuck Jeff—not in those words of course—but again right in front of the rest of us.

New York City it seemed was full of college students who were looking for part-time jobs to pay the bills. There was no medical experiment naturally, and while these were girls who wouldn't think of taking a job as a stripper at some club, they were willing to participate in a "scientific experiment." For money.

Crystal arrived promptly at seven o'clock that Friday. But to my surprise, Shelly came along as well, and also to my surprise, both of them were wearing very nice-looking dresses, not the usual garb for college girls. Crystal wore a green velour dress with a brown bead necklace, and Shelly wore a blue denim dress with gold buttons down the front and a brown silk scarf around her neck. She looked quite lovely—as she had when I first fucked her the week before. 

"Crystal asked if I would come too," Shelly explained, "Sort of like an escort. You don't have to pay me or anything."

"Fine," I said. "It's pleasure to see you again."

"And Crystal has a surprise for you," Shelly said with a smile. "Show them, Crystal."

"Okay." Crystal lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, and wonder of wonders, there was something I had not seen in forty years: a garter belt and stockings.

"Holy shit..." Jeff muttered. He had already taken his Viagra pill, so it did not take much to arouse him. The other two looked on in amazement as well.

"She got it at Victoria's Secret," Shelly said with a laugh. "She thought you would like it."

"I think I've died and gone to heaven," Jeff said.

"Needless to say, I've never done anything like this before," Crystal said. "And I've never had sex in front of an audience." She turned to me. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, Jeff here is going to be the subject tonight," I said, "So I think the best thing you could do to get him aroused would be to undress—slowly."

"All right." She reached behind her and unzipped her dress to just below the waist. Then she pushed it off her shoulders, let it drop to the floor, and stepped out of it. She was clad in a white gauze bra and matching white gauze panties, both of which also looked like they had just been purchased at Victoria's Secret.

Shelly in the meantime looked around. "Where should I sit?" she asked. Most of the best seats were already taken by the "medical observers."

"You can sit on my lap if you want," I suggested.

"All right."

She came over, sat across my lap, put her arm around my neck, and kissed me on the cheek. I was surprised. "What as that for?" I asked.

"Just my way of saying hello."

"Well, it's a very nice way, and I'm very glad you came." I also was wondering if she was bucking for another $100 session—which would have been fine with me. "You aren't by any chance wearing a garter belt and stockings as well, are you?" I asked.

"No, sorry, but I am wearing brand new panties with my name on the side."

"Really?"

"Yes. Want to check the spelling?"

"Of course."

She began to unbutton the brass buttons at the bottom of her dress.

Crystal in the meantime took a deep breath, reached behind her, unhooked her bra, pushed it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were larger than Shelly's, but I still liked Shelly's better. Then she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and pushed them down. Unlike Shelly, she was completely shaved down there, which I guess was meant to be another unexpected treat for us old geezers not used to that kind of thing. It was. I don't think any of us had ever seen a shaved one before, although we knew from looking at Playboy magazine that shaved seemed to be the style now. I was not sure whether I liked that or Shelly's natural but trimmed bush the best. I think natural won out.

Shelly had unbuttoned her dress up to her waist, revealing the little white panties with the name "Shelly" on the side. She unfastened her belt and continued unbuttoning until she was able to push the dress to either side, revealing a nearly transparent bra.

"Spelled right?" she asked, looking at her panties.

"Yes, it is. Let's get something out of the way right away. Are you here for another hundred dollar session? Because if you are, that's all right with me."

She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'm here because I wanted to have sex with you. But this is freebie night. I don't want to be paid anything; I just want to have sex."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not kidding. Does this prove it?" She unfastened her bra and tossed it on the floor. Her breasts, as I have said before, were small but quite beautiful.

Now the "medical observers" didn't know where to look: at Crystal and Jeff or at Shelly and me, since there appeared to be something going on in both rings of this sexual circus. Crystal was just standing there naked looking at Jeff—who still was in his gray velour running suit.

"Are you going to get undressed, Jeff?" I asked.

"I think I want to keep my clothes on," he replied. Jeff was self-conscious about his belly. "Also, I would like to do it doggy style—if that's okay with you, miss." He looked up at Crystal, apparently forgetting her name.

"Sure," Crystal responded, "I like it that way."

"But I guess I would like a blowjob first—to get me aroused."

"All right." She got on her knees and moved over to him. Jeff unzipped the front of his pants and took it out. It was already half-erect.

Crystal wrapped her right hand around the shaft and took the head in her mouth.

"Oh Goddddd," Jeff moaned.

Shelly leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I love watching people have sex, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

"It gets me hot. Does it get you aroused?"

"Yes."

"Then take it out and show me."

"Take your panties off and I will," I said. 

"Gee, mister, you drive a hard bargain," she said mockingly, "But I will." She hooked her thumbs in the back her panties, lifted up a little, and pulled them down until they were draped around her ankles. Her little golden muff was as beautiful as before. 

"I like that you don't shave," I said as I unzipped and took out my member,

"Good, and you should feel how wet it is inside."

Who could resist a suggestion like that? I slipped my middle finger in between the downy lips of her vagina. She was right: It was warm—and very wet.

"You must want to have sex," I said.

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear: "I already told you that. I want to get fucked, that's what I want. And so do you from the look of Mr. Johnson."

I looked down at my enlarged cock and silently agreed. "Then turn around a straddle me," I said.

"Wouldn't you like to have a blowjob first?" she asked.

"Of course."

She slipped off my lap and got down on her knees in front of me. She wrapped her hand around my cock and covered the end of it with her mouth. Then she began sucking—hard and fast, finally releasing her hand and going all the way down on it.

Now, none of the observers knew where to look: Two beautiful naked girls both performing blowjobs at the same time. The only question was: Who would "come" in first?

Jeff settled that question. "Ohhhh Goddddd!" he cried, filling Crystal's mouth with his semen.

But I decided to hold out so I could put it all inside Shelly's little body. In just a few minutes, it was apparent that I was as hard as I was going to get. "That's enough," I said. "Now get up and straddle me."

"Okay." She stood and did so. Gently I eased my engorged member into her tight little pussy. I certainly did not need any extra lubrication this time. She was hot and wet. 

With Jeff, it was a different matter. He pulled a blue tube of KY jelly out of his jacket pocket, spread some on his palm, greased up his pole, and then lathered Crystal's vagina. Despite having come in her mouth, he still was able to get a respectable erection thanks to the Viagra. He pushed his cock in all the way and began pumping her.

So that's how it went. Jeff continued pumping Crystal until he finally came again and collapsed on top of her (not very comfortable for her), and Shelly continued going up and down until I finally came inside her. Then, also to my surprise, she leaned over, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a big kiss. "Thanks," she said.

"I'm the one who should thank you." And I kissed her back. In some strange kind of a way, it was even more erotic than the sex. More personal, I guess.

And that's how it went for the rest of the year. Each of us taking turns, and each of us aroused by a long line of beautiful college girls ready and eager to participate in our "medical/psychological/physiological" experiment.

They say that every story should have a moral, so I guess the moral of this one is: If you're a man in your 60s, 70s or even 80s, you can go to the senior center every day and watch dumb soap operas, talk shows, or game shows on TV—or you can get some Viagra, and fuck a long line of beautiful college girls.

As a former educator, I have always believed—as I have indicated in these stories—in supporting the student body

—especially when it's going slowly up and down on your pogo stick.

The End