I was slowly acclimating to new situation – getting used to being single in a new place, and having sex with some guys. We invited Jerry to come to the Tuesday night sessions; he had a conflict some weeks so he said he’d drop in on occasion.

I could tell I was getting used to my new life – I was getting bored. I decided to do some painting and decorating in the townhouse. It’s a nice place, only a few years old, but off-white everywhere wasn’t going to cut it. I painted a couple of rooms, which led to some new throw rugs, wall hangings and the like. I was getting to be a regular at the local home center. Then the odd thing happened, I was getting some paint mixed up when the department manager mentioned that they were looking to hire somebody for paint and wall coverings. I expressed an interest in a part time job, and sure enough they hired me. I am not an overly social person, but I can communicate well with customers about their needs.

I took a liking to a fellow employee from Appliances, Marsha. The company had a holiday social, drinks after work, and I spent most of it talking to her. We had a very similar sense of humor, and I found myself comfortable being open with her. A nice looker too, fifty-something, and about five-nine, almost my height. Marsha was what you’d call nicely rounded – not plump, just nicely curved. Her walk was very graceful. She had lived in the area quite a while, and it turns out that her sister lives in the Meadows. Marsha described her sister, and I remembered seeing her at the cafe.

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A couple of days later, I was just relaxing after breakfast and got to thinking about Tom’s cock. I remembered how it was average length but was nice and thick. More importantly, I thought about it being the first cock I sucked, and found myself getting very hard. I remembered putting my mouth on his thick organ the first time, and how excited I was. About then, I thought about having a wank, then called myself an idiot and called Tom instead. I invited him over for a drink, which he could see right through, and snickered at me. “Sure, a drink. Yeah, I’m in the mood too, I’ll be over in a while.”

When Tom arrived, we did pour ourselves a couple of beers, then retired to my bedroom. He asked what made me call, and I told him I had got to thinking about his fat cock. “Maybe in your mouth?” he asked.

“Definitely. It’s been almost a week since I’ve had any cock and cum.” Tom walked up close to me and reached down for my crotch. Finding a hard lump there, he said, “Hmm, you are in the mood, I can tell.” But I stepped back a little, and reached for his belt. Tom put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed up and down seductively, while I opened his belt and zipper. Then, I pulled down his pants and underwear together. His cock was getting hard and pointing out. I put my hands on his chest and sat him down on the bed, then knelt in front of him and had a good look at his stiffening penis.

Tom’s pubic hair was graying, but still filled in nicely around the base of his cock. The organ itself was thick, like I said, and his head was distinct. I liked its shape. Reaching for it with both hands, I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, which was light brown and had very sexy veins showing on each side.