Chapter 9: The Circle of Veterans

After the digital auction with AmoVirtual42, where the screen had amplified the excitement, but diluted the human warmth, I felt that I needed something slower, wiser. My previous experiences had taken me to physical extremes and public risks, but now I was seeking depth in the experience, in the calm that only time can provide. In a private BDSM forum in Barcelona, I found "The Circle of Veterans": a group of five men over 50, all with decades of sexual experience, who were looking for young submissives for controlled sessions, without haste. "We're not looking for quantity, we're looking for quality. Slow, intense practices. Double penetrations, deep blowjobs. Absolute consent." We chatted as a group: clear limits (the word "red", condoms for penetration, extensive aftercare), shared health tests. The taboo was the age difference: me, 28, surrounded by mature bodies, experienced cocks that knew what they were doing without needing brutality. The risk was emotional - feeling like a generational toy - but the excitement of their wisdom attracted me. We agreed to meet at a discreet house on the outskirts, a chalet with a conditioned basement: warm lights, large beds, premium lubricants.

I arrived on a Saturday afternoon, nervous but intrigued. They received me with wine and conversation: Joan (55, gray-haired and elegant), Pere (58, paunchy and smiling), Miquel (52, thin and dominant), Lluís (60, the oldest, with a deep voice) and Toni (53, tattooed and paternal). All of them had wrinkles that told stories, bodies that were not from the gym but from life. "Relax, kid. We're not in a hurry here," said Joan, the leader. They undressed me slowly, soft kisses, expert hands exploring without haste. They laid me down on the central bed, kneeling first for collective blowjobs.

Their cocks were experienced: not juvenile monsters, but mature, veiny, with wise heads that responded to each lick. I alternated: sucking Pere's, thick and curved, while jerking off Miquel's, straight and hard. "Slowly, kid... feel the taste of age," Lluís murmured, pushing softly into my throat. They practiced slowly, but intensely: one fucked my mouth deeply, without haste, while another licked my balls. The rhythm was hypnotic, low moans, no screams. Toni whispered to me: "Swallow slowly, enjoy." I swallowed accumulated precum, salty with a hint of experience.

We moved on to penetrations: they put me on all fours, thick lubricant warmed in their hands. Joan entered first, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, touching my prostate with surgical precision. "Breathe, kid... open up for us." The pain was controlled, growing pleasure. They changed without hurry: each one fucking me for a few minutes, pulling out so the next one could enter hot. Intensity in slowness: double penetrations started with care - Joan and Pere together, stretching me to the limit, condoms crunching, lubricant dripping. The burning was intense, fire that turned into prostate ecstasy...