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Bi-Sexual Male / 54
Crossing The Line, My First Time, Last Year At The Ripe Old Age Of 53
I am now in my fifties and have harbored a long desire to try gay sex with the right man. I have always been attracted to males, I say males because it has always been a same age thing. My first desire was with a boy in the fifth grade. But acting out on it is another story.
Let me say that my desire is manifested by wanting to kiss a man. Long before I get to the point of trying something more intimate, which I am totally open to now. It was that desire to kiss him that I felt all these times. Lately it is a man I know from a social circle thing, he is a carpenter and concentrates his activities on remodeling kitchens and particularly men's dens or man caves, That's how I spoke with him. Bringing my den into the 21st century. The desire to kiss him was so much that I had to curtail my contact with him.
I got a flyer in the mail, one of those personally addressed to 'occupant'. It was a flyer for a cruise company. I read it and tossed it out. I had never been on a cruise. I'm single so cruising seems so much of a family or couple's thing. I read a couple of blogs, one in particular about this lesbian woman who cruised because she said that more often than not she met a fellow female traveler and she hooked up with that female for the cruise. Mostly a friend's thing, but not always, many times it was a woman looking for some romantic fun as she was. It was on that blog posting that I read about gay friendly cruises.
I started to do some research and found this one cruise for a week in the Mediterranean, Barcelona, Ibiza, Palermo and Malta sort of thing. All places that I had read about but had never been. And it was gay friendly. I booked the trip, more money than I had ever spent on a week's vacation. I was determined and carried both anal lubricant that I use with a dildo from time to time, and condoms. A friend would be nice, but a romantic friend would be better. I was determined to cross the line and act out what I felt.
The first night was overwhelming, the clubs were filled with gay men mostly and some gay women dancing and getting drunk, Frankly to me they were over the top and to use the now favorite word, 'toxic'. What a turn off. I ended up at a bar up on the top deck sitting alone nursing a drink. The waiter was very talkative and he was pretty obviously gay and he asked me why I was alone. I said 'what the hell' and told him I thought this would be a good way to meet men my age. He laughed, a little. But it opened me up to being open about it and we talked and he was open about being gay himself and he suggested that I sign up for a table in the dining room with pot luck partners.
That's where I met Josee, from I don't know where. Like me he was more my age than those young snobs in the clubs and we got to talking. He was a licensed art dealer, I found that in Europe you have be licensed to do anything. We talked about art, I like it but I am no way a connoisseur of the stuff. He wasn't either, not really, he sold stuff that tourist like and he went on these cruises to get away from his small shop. We stayed after dinner with a drink and talked, then onto the deck for a drink in the moonlight. I was so attracted that I reached over and said 'I hope you don't mind' and I kissed his lips, my very first time.
He didn't mind and we ended up in my cabin and I played out what I had only read about and scene on the porn sites. But not porn like, mind you. He was very seductive, his hands were so smooth, a man who never touched a screwdriver, much less worked with his hands. He was thorough, he enjoyed every minute of it, and so did I. At last I told myself I'm doing it. He excused himself way after midnight and he disappeared of the ship. I didn't find him again. I was hurt, really hurt. Back to my friend at the bar. He told me that some men come on board for money, they are professionals, and I wasn't a paying customer. Don't take it personally.
That was my one night, the night that I crossed the line. The night that I truly kissed a man, the night I held the penis of another man, the night a man took my penis in his hand and then his mouth, the night I first had a penis in my mouth. I have to say that a very erect penis in your hand is a feeling that can't be replaced, a dildo won't do it. And a very erect penis in your mouth, well that's what it's all about. I never used my lubricant or condoms, not on that trip. That's a story for another time.
Let me say that my desire is manifested by wanting to kiss a man. Long before I get to the point of trying something more intimate, which I am totally open to now. It was that desire to kiss him that I felt all these times. Lately it is a man I know from a social circle thing, he is a carpenter and concentrates his activities on remodeling kitchens and particularly men's dens or man caves, That's how I spoke with him. Bringing my den into the 21st century. The desire to kiss him was so much that I had to curtail my contact with him.
I got a flyer in the mail, one of those personally addressed to 'occupant'. It was a flyer for a cruise company. I read it and tossed it out. I had never been on a cruise. I'm single so cruising seems so much of a family or couple's thing. I read a couple of blogs, one in particular about this lesbian woman who cruised because she said that more often than not she met a fellow female traveler and she hooked up with that female for the cruise. Mostly a friend's thing, but not always, many times it was a woman looking for some romantic fun as she was. It was on that blog posting that I read about gay friendly cruises.
I started to do some research and found this one cruise for a week in the Mediterranean, Barcelona, Ibiza, Palermo and Malta sort of thing. All places that I had read about but had never been. And it was gay friendly. I booked the trip, more money than I had ever spent on a week's vacation. I was determined and carried both anal lubricant that I use with a dildo from time to time, and condoms. A friend would be nice, but a romantic friend would be better. I was determined to cross the line and act out what I felt.
The first night was overwhelming, the clubs were filled with gay men mostly and some gay women dancing and getting drunk, Frankly to me they were over the top and to use the now favorite word, 'toxic'. What a turn off. I ended up at a bar up on the top deck sitting alone nursing a drink. The waiter was very talkative and he was pretty obviously gay and he asked me why I was alone. I said 'what the hell' and told him I thought this would be a good way to meet men my age. He laughed, a little. But it opened me up to being open about it and we talked and he was open about being gay himself and he suggested that I sign up for a table in the dining room with pot luck partners.
That's where I met Josee, from I don't know where. Like me he was more my age than those young snobs in the clubs and we got to talking. He was a licensed art dealer, I found that in Europe you have be licensed to do anything. We talked about art, I like it but I am no way a connoisseur of the stuff. He wasn't either, not really, he sold stuff that tourist like and he went on these cruises to get away from his small shop. We stayed after dinner with a drink and talked, then onto the deck for a drink in the moonlight. I was so attracted that I reached over and said 'I hope you don't mind' and I kissed his lips, my very first time.
He didn't mind and we ended up in my cabin and I played out what I had only read about and scene on the porn sites. But not porn like, mind you. He was very seductive, his hands were so smooth, a man who never touched a screwdriver, much less worked with his hands. He was thorough, he enjoyed every minute of it, and so did I. At last I told myself I'm doing it. He excused himself way after midnight and he disappeared of the ship. I didn't find him again. I was hurt, really hurt. Back to my friend at the bar. He told me that some men come on board for money, they are professionals, and I wasn't a paying customer. Don't take it personally.
That was my one night, the night that I crossed the line. The night that I truly kissed a man, the night I held the penis of another man, the night a man took my penis in his hand and then his mouth, the night I first had a penis in my mouth. I have to say that a very erect penis in your hand is a feeling that can't be replaced, a dildo won't do it. And a very erect penis in your mouth, well that's what it's all about. I never used my lubricant or condoms, not on that trip. That's a story for another time.