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I just wanted to get fucked.

Wow, how about that for an opening line? Especially in a story by a guy about guys - senior, mature, old guys, but all guys. Well, the wife is on the sidelines, but the story is guys.

When I typed the first line I thought of an old joke. It's a joke about a young quadriplegic girl, sitting on a dock crying her eyes out. Along comes a young man and his girlfriend and they ask the girl why she was crying. "I just watched a romantic movie about a man and woman making love on a dock like this. I realized that I have never even been kissed."

The young man looked at his girlfriend, who just shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head. So, the young man gently took the girls head in his hands and gave her a long, slow, tongue-twisting, soulful kiss.

"Oh my God," cried the girl. "But I've never felt a man." The young man looked at his girlfriend who thought a moment, then nodded her head again. So, he stood close to the chair and took the girls hand, putting it against his crotch. He then rubbed the girls hand up and down his manhood. This started to have an obvious effect.

"OOOooohh," said the girl. "But I have never had a man feel me. I don't know what it feels like." The young man looked to his girlfriend again. She had an exasperated look on her face but finally nodded her head. So, the man knelt in front of the wheel chair, slid his hands up under the girls dress. He pushed her panties aside and played with her clitoris and slid his fingers in and out of her pussy a few times.

When he stood again, the girl was gasping. She said, "Oh My God, that's wonderful. But I've never been fucked. Oh, how I wished I could get fucked." By this time, the young man's girlfriend has had it. She grabbed the wheelchair, rolled it to the end of the dock, and pushed it and the girl into the deep water. "There you go," said the girlfriend, "You're fucked."

That's not the type of "fucked" I wanted. But I digress . . .

It had been months since I was able to exercise my Bi-side. It had been six months since my last Senior Bi-Guys hotel party. But life sometimes gets in the way. We had a large part of our home remodeled a few months ago. My wife, the epitome of cleanliness wanted to follow the workers around, cleaning up after them. Unfortunately, she fell victim to the dust they were raising and came down with a serious case of bronchitis. Since she was smarter than the doctors and didn't get it treated correctly, she wound up in the hospital with a life threatening case of pneumonia.

So, after the time it took to get the house redone, I spent the next few months in and out of doctor's offices with her to get her back on her feet. Thus I was getting horny as hell for a good fucking. Note that I didn't say I wasn't getting laid. There are a couple of female acquaintances who took care of me that way. But, they couldn't give me the good feeling of a hard cock sliding in and out of my love anus.

Since the wife was trying to set up for a card/hen party at some other woman's house in the coming days. I contacted Jim, the coordinator of the hotel parties to see if anything was open. No joy - the next open party was a couple of months away. Damn!

Time to take it personal. I boiler plated a message --

I need to get fucked! Do I have your attention, yet? My house, basement bedroom. I'll let you know which afternoon in a couple of days.

I had to keep it short due to the character limit on the sites messaging system. I dug into my Favorite Guys folder and sent it off to 13 of my hook-up buddies. Then I went off to find the wife.

I found her on the porch typing on her laptop. I walked up behind her and kissed her on top of her head. "What are you up to?" I asked.

"Patty and I are trying to find one more person for the party." She said. "Annie had to drop out and now we won't be able to fill three tables. And we've already set up the caterer and everything. If we don't find a forth for the last table . . ."

"How about the new couple we met at the club the other day? She was talking about playing cards sometime." I said.

"Aha, yes!" she said. "I have her phone number in my book." She took off to find her address book.

When she returned, I asked her, "What day are you planning these shenanigans?"

"Shenanigans?" She asked. "We don't do shenanigans. We play serious cards. But all of the games require four players at the table." She said, looking through her book. "We're setting up for Wednesday afternoon. I'm afraid you'll be on your own for lunch that day. We'll be doing a late lunch and then cards the rest of the afternoon. Now, let me call Regina and see if she's available." She dug out her cell phone and started tapping in numbers. I left her to it and went to get some lunch.

She came into the kitchen while I was pouring a beer. "She's in. We have our tables." She said.

"That's great, Darling." I said. "It's awesome," I thought. "Me and the poker oyna guys will have all afternoon on Wednesday.

A couple of days later I checked the site for messages. Yes! Five returns - should be enough to get my urges laid to rest (that's a pun folks.) Now let's see who is good for Wednesday. Actually, all of us are retired, so it shouldn't be hard to get half dozen guys together. I put together another message to the responders.

Wednesday afternoon - 12:30, in my basement playroom. I have beer