“You think fifteen years is enough for me to forget what kind of card shark you are?” Harry chided his friend. “No, thank you. I think I’ll just go sit on the pier for awhile and let dinner settle before I haul these tired old bones off to bed. After all, we’re getting up bright and early, right?”
“Right,” John nodded. “Although, one: you don’t look all that old or tired to me, and two: if you really do want to relax before bed, you should try the Jacuzzi. I think the warm bubbling water is great.”
“Not a bad idea,” Harry mused. “Maybe I’ll do both.”
“Maybe I’ll join you,” John smiled.
In the end, that is what the two friends did… sit at the end of the pier, sipping on drinks and watching as the last of the day faded away.
* * * * *
“So, John… have you got any spare suits? I didn’t know about your Jacuzzi, so I didn’t bring one.” Harry was definitely thinking that jets of hot water pounding his back right about then would be a really good idea.
“What’s a suit?” John kidded him. “The spa has been a suit-free zone ever since the kids — and their friends — turned 18 and told us parental units that we needed to get used to the idea or give them a wide berth. I was going to read them the riot act, but Betsy agreed with them, and after I got my jaw off the floor, I caved.
“But to give you a serious answer, I’ve probably got something somewhere. I can try to dig it out if you really need it. Or you can use your shorts and we’ll throw them in the dryer later. Honestly, though? There’s no reason. It’s just the two of us and there’s no one to offend with going au naturel.”
“Your kids actually decided on ‘suit free’ in your home, and you let them?” Harry was very surprised that his normally Alpha friend would let himself get run over like that.
“It was Betsy that turned the tables,” John explained. “She pulled me aside and pointed out several things… like, for a guy whose sex life was jerking off a lot, there were advantages to pretty, young, naked females walking around. And even if she didn’t want to do anything, she didn’t mind looking at attractive, young, naked men.
“And the coup de grace was, given the liberal proclivities of the kids and their friends, there might be benefits for an old horndog like me beyond the visuals. So I decided to go with ‘my wife is right’ and cave.”
“You and Betsy don’t have sex anymore?” Harry was even more surprised. According to Conventional Wisdom, John had always been the well-hung stud who enjoyed phenomenal sex with his slightly nymphomaniacal, and stacked, wife.
“Not since the hysterectomy. Something got screwed up. Her sex drive went to zero and trying to fuck hurt, even with plenty of lube. Suddenly I was too big for her or something. Or maybe some screw up with the surgery. Nobody knows, and she doesn’t feel like pursuing it. So we kind of just stopped trying. It sucks, but that’s the way it is.”
Harry could tell that John was irritated, but trying to be nonchalant about it.
“Well, in the spirit of being honest,” Harry decided to tell his friend, “Madge and I aren’t having sex anymore, either.”
John gave him an inquisitive look, but didn’t say anything.
“It wasn’t surgery,” Harry went on. “She had a really bad menopause. She refused to do the Hormone Replacement Therapy. She figured when she stopped, it would just be Hell all over again. She started keeping her distance and like you, I went to masturbating — mostly to avoid fighting about it. I didn’t try for an affair or anything because I didn’t want to destroy my marriage.”
“Makes sense,” John nodded. “So we’ve ended up a couple of not-quite-so-old wankers.” He smiled slightly and shook his head. “We’ve regressed to Junior High!” he laughed.
Harry chuckled, too. It was certainly ironic.
“So anyway, I’m going to go fire up the Jacuzzi. It’ll take about 15 minutes to get up to temp. Then me and a tall rum ‘n’ Coke are going for a long soak,” John told him. “Feel free to raid the liquor cabinet and join me, if you want…”
“Will do…” Harry nodded, amazed again at how much his and John’s lives had paralleled. He wondered for a moment just how liberal John had become, then went to fix himself something strong.
* * * * *
Harry eased into the roiling water, where John was already sitting, sipping on his drink. The hot water was a welcome relief to his joints, still stiff from the day’s fishing.
He’d decided not to be embarrassed about being semi-hard. The images of a bunch of college age young adults — specifically female — hanging around John’s back deck nude had him “interested.” He might not be having sex with Madge, but he certainly wasn’t dead below the waist. He was still jerking off about once a night, sometimes more.
At 58, he still got pretty firm erections, and he was still slightly above average in the size department. And he could still deliver a pretty healthy blast of cum. Overall, he didn’t feel too horrible about sex going solo… he just missed the physical contact, and fantasies about nubile nymphets definitely got him going.
He found it a little disconcerting that the jets of hot water were having an unexpected effect on him… he was getting harder. And the harder he got, the more he realized he was horny. Not a good situation when he was sharing the Jacuzzi with his best friend. He tried ignoring it, but he still ended up subconsciously squirming.
“You got a problem?” John asked. “Are you uncomfortable?” He’d noticed Harry’s squirming.
Harry suddenly felt trapped. Caught out, and no convenient explanation.
“Look,” he decided to be honest, “I’ll be honest, but you can’t laugh or be critical. It’s pretty personal.”
“Anything here stays between us. I’m not going to give you any shit,” John told him. “What’s the problem?”
Harry took a deep breath and let it out. He decided to go with the truth.
“I’m horny, and the water jets have got me hard. I usually jerk off at least once a night and because of getting ready for the trip, it’s been a few days. I’m trying to sit on it because I don’t want to offend you and I don’t want to look like some kind of weird horndog. So just remember… this is between us.”
“So jerk off,” John told him seriously. “I do. Just remember, though… when you’re gonna cum, stand up and aim it over the side. Jizz is hard on the filters.”
Harry was astounded. “Are you serious?” he asked. “It wouldn’t bother you?”
“I do it,” John reminded him. “I jerk off about as often as you, and this hot tub has seen plenty of dolphin flogging. Why would I be bothered by you taking care of business? As a matter of fact, I think I feel some monkey spanking coming on, myself.”
Harry, though surprised, made a huge decision. He decided that, just like everything else in their lives had paralleled, John was as perverted as he was. Or, maybe not that perverted… but nowhere near as conservative as he’d thought he was.
Harry took a gentle grip on himself and started stroking. He noticed John watching him with a wry smirk as his hand, too, moved under water. Harry sighed and leaned back against the wall of the spa, closing his eyes and drifting into the comfort of the autoeroticism.