I thought my life was over when Cassie passed away six years ago. We'd been married for just a little over 54 years when the doctors found the cancer that had literally invaded her body. They didn't even attempt to do surgery, as the cancer had spread throughout her body, infecting almost all of her vital organs. Her kidneys were the first to completely shut down and, for the last eight months, daily dialysis was the only thing that kept her going. She had long decided against chemotherapy, deciding that when it was finally her time to go she'd do it with dignity, and in her own home. In her final hours she slept in our bed and took her last breath as I sat next to her, holding her hand and telling her how much I loved her. Once she took her last breath I leaned over and kissed her tenderly and said my final goodbye to her. I was 75 and Cassie had been 74.

Today, I'm 83 and still fit and active.

We were without any children, since Cassie had been unable to conceive during our marriage. We finally got used to the idea and decided that we would spend our lives doing what we wanted to do. Both of us came from money, so it wasn't a problem for either one of us. Her father had made a mint in the stock market and could squeeze a penny until he got five dimes out of it. Well, perhaps not literally, but I think you may know what I mean. When he retired he had quite enough to make his life comfortable. Two years after he retired he was killed traveling from New York City to Paris, France. It had been his dream to travel and the Paris trip was to be the last one. The plane went down in the Atlantic and couldn't be recovered. No cause of the crash was ever discovered and up until the day Cassie had been diagnosed with the Cancer had always wondered what had really happened. Her father was an accomplished pilot and had made the trip many times in the past. This was to be his first trip that would have nothing to do with business. It was meant strictly for pleasure that time.

My parents were well off, too, having invested in real estate over the years and their holdings were considerably larger then even I'd suspected. Both of them died natural deaths, only a few months apart. Dad had died in his sleep and mama did the same almost three months to the day since dad had passed. Both didn't want fancy funerals so they were interred with just the immediate family in attendance and the service was very nice. When their lawyer called me into his office two months later, to read their wills, I was totally shocked to learn that I was a millionaire, several times over. Seems that not only did my parents hold a ton of land in the United States, but also in Canada and Australia. Their land holdings in Australia were almost the size of Yellowstone Park! In the city of New York they had property up and down the Hudson River and owned 15 apartment buildings with income from them totaling over $3 million dollars a month! They definitely weren't located in the slums! Their income from the apartment buildings alone would rival that of Donald Trump today.

Being black had its disadvantages when I was much younger. The world was a different place and the racial tensions were always set to explode if the wrong things were either said or done. My neighborhood wasn't like that though. We lived in the best homes, had the best help and could afford anything our hearts desired. All I'd really wanted in life though was a brother to share things with. Alas though, I was an only child and never wanted for anything. My parents sent me to the best prep schools and then to the best college their money could buy. I got my masters degree in drafting from the Harvard Business School when I was only 25 and was soon accepted to one of the better architect firms in New Haven, Connecticut.

Cassie and I met during my first year of school and we were pretty much an item from that first encounter. Before I'd finished school we were married and living in a nice 2 bedroom apartment in New Haven. Like me, Cassie didn't flaunt her money. In fact, until the day we were married I never had an idea that she was worth so much. She never talked about her family but I did know that her parents had divorced when she was ten years old. Her father never talked to her about her mother and she never asked her father about her and never tried to find her. Shortly before he was killed in the crash he did tell her that her mother was dead and she took his word for it. After all, she figured, he had no reason to lie to her about it. It was only after we got our blood tests for the marriage that she learned her mother had been white, thus the reason for the lighter skin tone then that of her father, who was almost the darkest black man I'd ever met. While I considered myself to be quite black, his skin tone was definitely darker then mine. Having a white parent never bothered her at all and she continued on with her life as though she'd never known the truth.

Cassie and I had a wonderful life together, full of love and desire for each other. We never strayed, never had any affairs, and never spoke cross words to each other. Now I'm not saying that we never fought, because that would definitely be lying. We had our disagreements, but nothing that we couldn't always settle and work out. We never went to be angry with each other. We did our best to make sure we talked with each other about everything, including her inability to have children. We thought about adoption at one time but decided against it. Her reasoning was that if God had wanted us to have children, she'd have gotten pregnant. So we never had any children of our own, by either natural means or adoption. Our love was enough to sustain us both and we never complained and never wondered about 'what if?'.

We were very happy.

Our sex lives was what I'd considered 'normal' for the two of us. While never completely wild in bed, we complimented each other with our needs and always seemed to know what the other wanted. We did our best to satisfy each other and there were never any complaints. Now I know many people wonder about the so-called 'myth' about the black man being more endowed then the white man, and perhaps there's something of the truth in that department, but in my 'department' it's not the case. I've of average size, which is around six inches with a diameter of perhaps three inches. I'm uncircumcised with plenty of foreskin that completely covers my dick head. Cassie always loved to minister to my cock and she was quite good at it, too. I never had any complaints in the sex department. Not one. Cassie stood a little over five feet, six inches, while I'm almost six feet, six inches. Quite a pair we were, too. Got a lot of comments about our 'Mutt and Jeff' appearances, but we never let it bother us. Cassie was not endowed with a large chest, either and her butt, while not the biggest I've ever seen, was just ample enough to get a good hold of when we were in the 'heat of the moment'. Cassie was diagnosed with alopecia after being sick for a couple of months, back when she was thirteen. Alopecia is a virus that attacks the body and literally kills the genes that allow humans to grow hair on their bodies. In other words, Cassie was quite literally bald all over her body. No hair on her head, no eyebrows, no leg hair, nothing under her armpits, and not a single hair on her pussy. Her body was smooth all over and that was one of the things that really turned me on about her. I could run my hands down her legs without having to worry about the stubble left over from shaving her legs. It never bothered her, either. When she was smaller, and younger, her father would insist that she wear a wig whenever she went out, and she did, but only to appease him. Once she left home and went to college she quit wearing it and easily deflected the questions that were always posed to her. Most of the time she would ignore the questions and leave the questioner standing there with a stupid look on his or her face. A lot of the time she'd just laugh it off. After all, she was used to it and it didn't bother her one little bit.

When I first realized that there was no hair between her legs I got turned on, much more then I was to begin with. I'm the kind of man who loves to use my mouth on my wife, bringing her to multiple orgasms with just my tongue and Cassie also loved it. She was great with oral, both giving and receiving and I'd definitely consider her an 'expert' when it came time to go down on me. I can still remember the first time she tried oral on me. I can laugh at it now, but back then she though she was going to choke to death. Since I'm not of any great size I had to work with her and tell her what I wanted her to do. She'd try it and time after time she'd start to choke. It wasn't long before I realized that it wasn't the size of my cock that bothered her, but the excess amount of overhanging foreskin I had dangling from the end of my cock. Just as she'd get ready to really take me into her mouth as far as she could, that skin would trickle down the back of her throat and her gag reflex would kick in, causing her to have problems. After a couple more of those reactions I thought about pulling my skin back onto the stalk of my cock, exposing the cock head. The first time we did that she swallowed me with no problem at all. After a couple more times I let loose of the skin and let it slide the length of my cock until it was one again (I suppose) gathered at the end of my cock. She told me she could feel it sliding down my cock and then dangling into her throat. She also told me she liked the feel of it 'tickling' her throat and she became what I would consider an 'expert' at cock sucking and would suck me without me even having to ask her to. There were many times when she'd come up to me while I was either sitting in the living room watching my shows or on the side of the bed and would either undo my pants or open the fly on my shorts, pull out my cock, and suck on it like it was the best piece of sweet-tasting candy she'd ever had in her mouth. She even got to the point where she could swallow any load I deposited in her mouth, too. She was a real cum-slut in no time and it wasn't unusual for me to wake up some mornings with her sucking on me and begging me to shoot my load on her tongue so she could savor the taste before she swallowed it all. Now, talk about a 'wake-up' call!!!! I would lay there and enjoy it, then I'd pull her around until her cunt was over my face and I'd give her the same thing in return. She loved to feel my tongue on her clitoris and when I pushed it as far into her as I could. She even got to where she enjoyed me tonguing her ass hole but never would allow me to put my cock into her back there. Not that I wanted to. Her pussy was enough for me and I enjoyed fucking her every chance I got. Being without children had an advantage, too. That meant we could fuck any time we wanted to, any where we wanted to, and we usually did. It was nothing to start out in the living room and end up on the dining room floor, or in our bedroom or even in our hot tub on the back porch. The only thing she made me do was put up a twelve-foot wooden fence around the back yard so the neighbors couldn't see what we were doing out there.

Being 'normal' people, we would sometimes talk about the idea of getting others to join us in our sex episodes. I told her I would like to know what it was like to sink my black cock into a white woman's pussy, especially one with hair. She'd tell me how she'd love the chance to see me fucking a white woman with my black cock, too. She even revealed how she'd like to know what it was like to be with a white man, or - to my great surprise - with a white woman. Up until that time I never knew she fantasized about being with another woman. She even told me she'd like to see me suck a mans cock one time. Now I'm the first to admit that sucking a mans cock had never entered my mind. I'm one of those black men who would never admit it, even if it was true, but I'll admit this, when she mentioned it that time I got some pretty wild thoughts in my head. It was thoughts like that that kept our sex lives quite active during our time together. We would talk about what we'd like to do but never actually had the nerve to go out and try it. The fantasy still remains in my mind, after all this time, but I've still not gotten the nerve to actually try it and, without Cassie by my side, I don't know if I ever will.

Little did I realize at that time, that my mind would be changed for me in only a couple of months.

After Cassie's funeral I put our house up for sale and moved into an apartment complex for 'Seniors' and their needs. It was located only about an hour away in the small town of Smithston. It's a mostly white community with blacks scattered around. The area is well kept and you won't find any 'slums' anywhere in the town. The area is one of the fastest growing suburbs in the New Haven area and it's population is constantly growing. New businesses are locating there all the time and there's always some sort of construction going on there. The traffic is nice, the people are nice, and living there is nice, as well.

Anyway, I've been here about 2 months now and have gotten to meet a lot of nice people, mostly white, but nice just the same. I've had the chance to sit and visit with a majority of them from just chatting to having meals with them. We've become very good friends and it's always nice to run into any of them during the day. I've even gone shopping with some of the older men in the community and have gotten close to two of them, one black and one white. The black man is Andy. He's 81 years old, bald and of a medium build. The other is Walter, who is also 81 and has a very nice white beard and mustache. Like Andy he's of a medium build and visits the centers gym about three times a week. I just joined this past week and am impressed with the exercise machines they have. I've started walking on the treadmill and usually meet Walter there a couple of times during the week.

Last week we walked on the treadmills for about thirty minutes and decided to go outside and walk around the track for a while to cool ourselves off. We did that for about another thirty minutes and then it was time to hit the showers. Now I'm not the kind of man who like to take public showers but once I saw the place I was impressed. Each 'stall' combines two showerheads so that two men can take showers at the same time. If you're good friends it's not bad to actually shower with a partner, especially one you've been exercising with all day, as was the case with me and Walter.

Walter and I stand about the same height, with him being slightly taller than I am and we're about the same build, too. I may have a slightly paunchier gut then he does, but otherwise we're about the same. I think we even wear the same size shoes. Anyway, as we stood there in the shower for the first time, I couldn't help but notice his 'equipment'. I tried my best not to stare at him, but I couldn't help myself. Thoughts of Cassie kept coming into my head about how she would've liked to see me suck another man's cock.

"I wonder if she meant a black cock or a white cock?" I thought instantly.

Here I stood, completely naked with a man I'd only met a couple of weeks ago, and I was already wondering if I could get him to let me suck on that wonderful looking cock of his. I couldn't help but look at it. It appeared to be just like mine, at least in the dimensions part of it. He is also uncut, but his foreskin isn't as long as mine and it seems to be tighter then mine is. I found myself wondering if his skin still covered his cock head when he was hard.

"You like what you see, Jimbo?" I heard the question put to me.

"W-w-what?" I stammered.

"I've been watching you, watching me. Or rather looking at my cock there, buddy. So, I was wondering if you like what you see here?" and with that he grabbed his cock and swung it back and forth a little bit, throwing water off in different directions.

Without realizing it, my cock was getting hard.

"I have to tell you that I like what I see between your legs, Jimbo."

Only then did I look at my own cock and saw it was indeed getting larger and longer, and quite hard, at the same time.

Walter looked around, I guess to see if he could see anyone else in the shower room, and then turned back to me and reached out and place his hand on my now-hard cock, pulling my skin up and down and slowly exposing my cock head to his leering stare.

"Yes," he said again, "I do like what I see here. It feels like it's ready for some 'action'" and he winked at me, "too. Are you ready for some 'action' (he emphasized the word again), too, Jimbo?"

"I, I, I don't know what you mean, Walter?"

"Sure you do, Jimbo."

"And please stop calling me 'Jimbo'. My name's Jim."

"Not a problem. I was wondering though," and his fingers never stopped massaging my dick and balls, "if you'd like to come to my place for a little fun together? Just the two of us, that is."

"Just the two of us?" I asked him.

"For now. I'm sure Andy would love to get into the action at some time, but for right now I'd like to have you all to myself."

Here I was, in a public gym, taking a shower with a white man I'd only met a few short weeks ago, and I was being proposed to, asked to go to his place so we could do something together. I could only suppose what it was we were going to do together. If I was right, and I was pretty sure I was, I was finally going to get the chance to suck another man's cock. My cock got harder at the prospect of the fun. I could feel it as Walter squeeze my cock yet again and I had to admit that the thought of finally doing something that Cassie had wanted me to do was beginning to turn me on.

"Sure, Walker," I answered. "Let's go to your place and have some fun together. I have to let you know though, I've never done anything like this before."

"I figured you hadn't.'

"H-h-h-how?" I stammered.

"By the way you were looking at my cock. I thought you might like to see what could happen and turns out I was right, wasn't I?"

I thought about it for a few minutes before I answered him.

"Yes, I guess you're right. I would like to see what would happen." And with that said I reached over and grabbed a hold on his hard cock.

"Yes," I thought to myself, "let's see what happens!"

Walter's apartment was an exact copy of mine, only in reverse.

When you walked into my apartment you immediately enter the livingroom, the same with Walter's. Directly in front of me is my kitchen with the cabinet and sink against the right wall, while Walter's is on the left wall. So is his small bathroom. Through the door leading from the kitchen area in the bedroom, small by the standards I was use to in my house, but large enough for one person. For couples the bedrooms were a little larger, but not by much. There's always room to maneuver around the bed in a wheelchair or with a walker, whichever the resident might be using.

We sat down on the fairly comfortable couch in Walter's living area and chatted for a few minutes.

"Would you like something to drink, Jim?" he asked me.

"Just water will be fine."

"You sure? I've got some juice and beer in the fridge."

"I'm sure. My bladder can't take too much right now and, while I'd love a beer, I'd have to pee the rest of the evening, and I'm sure we don't want that to happen right now, do we?"

Walker smiled at me, a nice smile that made me feel relaxed and accepted. I immediately felt much more comfortable here in this new apartment.

After getting our water, Walter sat next to me on the couch, resting his left hand on my right leg. We just chit-chatted, getting to know each other a little better. During the conversation I noticed Walter's hand would begin to travel up my leg until he was closer to my crotch. My cock was getting harder by the moment and I had to strain to get it into a better position that didn't make it feel like it was being pinched. After a few minutes he moved his hand and I distinctly heard the sound of a zipper, as he opened his pants. Obviously he had the same problem I did and he had to readjust his cock to get more comfortable, too. I smiled. At least we were both suffering from the same thing.

I reached down and undid my zipper, and the relief was amazing. The restraint of my pants and my boxer shorts made my cock hurt and it also pinched my foreskin a little bit.

Before I had a chance to move Walter placed his hand on my boxer opening and pulled my swelling cock into view. I was getting harder as he held me. He reached over, took my right hand, and placed it on his crotch, allowing me to feel his hardening erection at the same time. I reached into the slot of his boxers and pulled his cock into view, so that we were both exposed to each others stare.

This was the very first time I'd ever held another man's cock, either erect or limp, and I found that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. While Walter began to pump my cock I started to do the same thing with his, watching the excess skin of both our cocks work their way up and down each organ. My skin is slightly longer then his, and even hard I completely cover my cock head. When Walter's hard his head peeks out just a little bit, exposing his pee hole at the top of his cock head.

"Were you ever married, Walter?" I asked him.

"For over 40 years. You?" he asked in return.

"Just a couple months over 54 years," I told him.

"She must have been a wonderful woman," he commented.

"She definitely was. I still miss her."

"I know what you mean. I miss Ellen, to."

"What was your wife like?" Walter asked me.

"She was a wonderful woman. I loved her with all my heart and soul and we were made for each other."

Together we both continued to manipulate each others cocks, even while we continued to chat about our wives. It wasn't long before we were both leaking our precum and feeling it smear all over our fingers as it seeped from under our skins. My mind began to wonder what it would be like to actually take his cock into my mouth and suck on it. I had some very vivid pictures in my mind of what it would be like.