"Shipboard" confession.
Okay, first, the really old man confessing was 98. A few years back, I was giving him a massage on his shot knee, at a retirement condominium, and he was still sharp as a tack.
He sat forlon in the lobby, his ole nuts hanging down his leg, perking up as I called his name.
"Can you get my hip, too?"
Seeing his nuts hanging out of his senior-shorts, as he slipped across the modesty towel, "I could do the whole thigh. Can we loose the depends for a little while?"
"You're gonna see, ...Mine's a bit stubby...you're not going to suck it are you?" (Damn this old man, is frisky.)
"No, Dale, I hadn't planned on it."
"Haven't had my dick sucked in 30 years..." (Damn, I don't know which is sadder, not getting a healthy dick sukkin' for 30 years, or, still wanting one after 95yrs old!")
"Careful when you get up in there, it gets hard, (Still?) If you merely bump the left nut. I've had it go off so, I keep those things swinging loose. " (They certainly weathered well, looking young, despite the few grey scraggly hairs. )
I did notice the scrotum scar, from putting in the implant's controls.
But, being professional, got to work on his knee, and up his thigh. I folded the towel back and his nuts were back in view, but, not his "stubby."
"Damned thing was supposed to only last 10 years...it's been 26, so far. I doubt they'll give me a new one, so I make no complaints. Besides, hard, it's an inch longer than it used to be!"
I bumped the edge of his ball sac.
"Careful son, that thing has a hair trigger," he proceeded to re-adjust his balls and I heard a tiny pump start. "There it goes...damn."
"Can't you stop it?"
His 2-storey dick tower was pushing the towel away. His uncut rod was stiffening, stretching the skin to it's limits.
"I could if it didn't feel so good, ...all hard like that." He playfully quipped.
"Oh, I know, boners feel nice."
He slowly performed a bit of self "foreskin worship," and began his tale.
"I had just gotten out of High School and joined the Navy, got put on a ship to the Pacific rim...got halfway there, and the dang war done ended!"
"We were on deck, at the gun mount, only had on our Navy swim trunks, Boondockers, and T-shirt,
when Petty Officer Davis said, 'Hey, Let's pound some pork, before chow.'
I have a little dick, and I don't want everybody seeing it. Especially guys with bigger ones.
"Even when a few were stubby as me "
"He pulled his ole dick out, and started pumping, it was only my size, so I did the same.
"As my shorts fell to my ankles, I felt the warm, perforated metal of the gun's seat, under my ass.
I told him, 'Good thing you're about my size, If you were big, I wouldn't have joined you, just watched.'"
"Hell, If you were half-Nelly, I offer to suck your dick, and punch you out if you told anybody." He laughingly confessed.
"Really? I never got my dick sucked before. .. I poked a pussy in Pearl, just before we set out.' (I often told the shipmates, well any that would listen.)
"'Ya can't go through a war without a dick-sucking.' Petty Officer Davis declared.
"The war's already over." I replied despondently.
"'Not until we set foot on dry land.' He stated the rules...right before he bent forward,
"It went smooth sailing, right up until I opened my eyes, and Seaman Schwartz, was standing there watching. I janked out my dick from K.C.'s mouth.
"'Relax, micro-meat, I ain't gonna report it, ...as long as Davis, gives this a whirl.' With that, he unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a moderate wiener, whirling it like a windmill. I was surprised how it really looked, once the winding up died down.
"Ya gotta remember, back in those days, all of us were uncut. So, seeing a circumcised guy was rare. Looked, broken.
"So's ole Davis, started sucking Schwatz, and Schwartz reached over and started jacking on my bone.
"'Isn't this a little taboo?' I had asked,
Schwartz replied..."'Hell no. I'd drop your little talleywhacker in a heartbeat, to paw the tits of this woman standing here...problem is the nearest woman is still 900 miles away. Meantime, hurry up and fire it off.'
"Davis started swapping between our dicks, his shorts got a wet spot, as I shot what with Schwartz's strong-gripped pumping.
"We hit shore, and Davis invited me and Schwartz to his hotel for Liberty, ...I claimed my gal was in town.
"Sad to think, he probably spent the night in a San Francisco hotel, jacking his dick alone." The old vet concluded.
As he wove the tale, I had been gently feeling his implant's inner structure...and the nuggets semi-authentic feel.
"I'm 98, and never played around with men again." He wistfully pined. "Though I sorta wonder what Petty Officer Davis enjoyed about sucking a dick, so much. At my age, I'll probably never get a chance to try it, myself."
...I pulled the curtain between me and the open door. "Sure, you can."
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