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Gay Male / 64
Left Alone I've Become An Avid Masturbator
In my fifties I came on hard times, a bitter divorce, a transfer that went bad when I uncovered a defalcation and got fired for it, a bad investment that destroyed my savings, and the coup de gras cancer. From a well paid job, home in the suburbs, three wonderful daughters to renting a room with two other 'gentlemen'. It's a subculture of the down and out.
Ralph, one of my housemates, kept to himself and was ghost around the house. Peter, or Pete, a recovering alcoholic, obsessed with finding a 'drink' until his disability check ran out for the month. My daughters were ashamed of me, my grandchildren kept out of my life. They blamed me for their situation, there mother spent it all and was herself in an apartment. The dreams of my daughters of an inheritance gone, and they had to live on their wages. If only they had married well instead of resentful social losers. I was at fault for there embarrassing lifestyles. Yes, I'm pissed about it.
But to get back to Ralph. Ralph died in his sleep. No kin to take him. Buried as a pauper. I volunteered to go through his belongings, Pete couldn't face it. Clothes, and old Timex, some old letters, his ten year old computer. The computer was his window to the world. It wasn't hard to get into it, he had the PW taped to the keyboard. Navigating carefully it became obvious he liked the b o y s, not the g i r l s. He had his chat room open. And a search of JPG files rewarded me with a trove of self expressive male genitalia.
My confession is simple, I managed to copy his extensive collection of male genitalia, male on male videos, male masturbation, male anal copulation onto several thumb drives I have labeled with goblygook codes, and PW protected. Late at night, or early afternoon, I review the content for auto stimulation. I went on line and stretching my budget ordered a handsome male appendage and lubricant to augment my sessions. Ralph, dear friend, I guess, left me a g*ft I didn't know I wanted.
The computer I burned and tossed in the junk heap, and destroyed the hard drive with my neighbor's hammer.
Ralph, one of my housemates, kept to himself and was ghost around the house. Peter, or Pete, a recovering alcoholic, obsessed with finding a 'drink' until his disability check ran out for the month. My daughters were ashamed of me, my grandchildren kept out of my life. They blamed me for their situation, there mother spent it all and was herself in an apartment. The dreams of my daughters of an inheritance gone, and they had to live on their wages. If only they had married well instead of resentful social losers. I was at fault for there embarrassing lifestyles. Yes, I'm pissed about it.
But to get back to Ralph. Ralph died in his sleep. No kin to take him. Buried as a pauper. I volunteered to go through his belongings, Pete couldn't face it. Clothes, and old Timex, some old letters, his ten year old computer. The computer was his window to the world. It wasn't hard to get into it, he had the PW taped to the keyboard. Navigating carefully it became obvious he liked the b o y s, not the g i r l s. He had his chat room open. And a search of JPG files rewarded me with a trove of self expressive male genitalia.
My confession is simple, I managed to copy his extensive collection of male genitalia, male on male videos, male masturbation, male anal copulation onto several thumb drives I have labeled with goblygook codes, and PW protected. Late at night, or early afternoon, I review the content for auto stimulation. I went on line and stretching my budget ordered a handsome male appendage and lubricant to augment my sessions. Ralph, dear friend, I guess, left me a g*ft I didn't know I wanted.
The computer I burned and tossed in the junk heap, and destroyed the hard drive with my neighbor's hammer.
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