Last November (2015) I lost my wife after a long illness. My family had always been close, but after her death, they became dependent on me in different ways I wasn't expecting.
My daughter became extremely clingy, almost to the point of distraction. But eventually she fought her way past her grief and things for her settled down. My son was different in his grief, more insular, but nevertheless his hurt brought him to gain comfort from me too.
Around July this year, my wife's death hit me. I'd not had time to grieve for her as I'd been so consumed with my families needs, so when it hit, it hit hard.
Now living on my own, I had no one to turn to, no one I could lean on for comfort. I didn't want to distress my family, so I kept my overwhelming grief to myself.
Then like a ray of sunshine burning through my gloom, I met a young twenty year old guy called Finlay (Or Fin for short) on a fishing trip I'd arranged to get me out of the house. He was so full of joy, so full of life it was infectious. He was on a camping trip with some friends, but he liked to be on his own, wandering around hills and valleys where I was fishing and camping myself.
Chatting away to him on our second meeting, he told me his friends had gone canoeing on an "Outward bounds" day, something which he didn't like. So finding my camp for a second time, he wondered if I could sit and watch me. It felt strange at first, but I liked his easy nature and passed him a beer. As we talked he asked me why I was on my own. Telling him about my wife, he said he was sorry to hear about my loss, then quickly added "Bet you've not had any sex for some time then". It was so out of character within our conversation, I asked him to repeat what he'd said. Instead of repeating himself, he very matter of factly said "I love being fucked, and prefer older men to do it". I was about to say something when he carried on "My mates are all straight, I'm gay, but they don't know it".
The whole conversation had thrown me, yet I also knew what he'd said was correct. And what's more I found myself becoming erect. Not batting an eye lid, Fin stood up, walked over to my tent and asked me if I'd like to have him suck my cock, or if I wanted to fuck him.
From being a single guy out fishing in a spot I'd taken my wife to a few times, to having a young man offering me sex, and offering me his arsehole to fuck.
Throughout my life I've always gone with my gut instinct, and I've always had an impulsive streak about me. So with the offer of sex, even if it was with a male, bizarrely appealed to me. Following Fin into my tent, I found he was already semi naked.
My cock was bursting to be released, the moment I saw his small hard thin cock pointing up at me. His shorts were on the floor of the tent and as I stood close to him, Fin took hold of my cock bulge and began to massage my cock through my shorts. There is no explaining as to why a straight man as I was, would want sex with another male, it just happened.
Letting Fin take out my cock, I watched as he opened his mouth to receive every one of my eight inches.
It had by my reckoning, been over three and half years since I'd last had sex (Other than my right hand). So to feel his warm wet mouth giving me so much pleasure, I lost myself in his oral skills. Fin knew just how to get me on the brink or orgasm, and then have my cock relax back. I'd just gotten to the point of cumming again when he totally released my cock. Asking me if I'd fuck him, I found myself knelt behind the young man in less than a minute. And had my cock pushing into his arsehole after he'd told me to spit on his rear hole.
The sight of my cock disappearing up his arse will stay with me forever. As will the feeling of pure joy when hearing him moan with want of my cock. It wasn't a long drawn out fuck as I'd not had sex for so long, it was inevitable I was going to cum fairly quickly. But in fucking Fin hard from the outset, I had him cumming within no time and when I did bust my nut up his sweet tight hole, I knew it wouldn't be the last time I fucked him. And so it was the case.
The following morning as I was packing up to go, I heard Fin walking along the trail to my camp. He and his friends were also leaving that day, but not before they'd explored the area close to where I was camped. It gave Fin the opportunity to see me and for us to have sex again.
With Fin on his back naked and his legs over my shoulders, I slowly fucked him, making sure to give him everything I had. He in turn was wanking his own cock. And that's how his friends found us, or how they listened to us outside of my tent. They had no idea it was me and him inside, so when one of them started to get all stupid, throwing something at the tent, I ran out naked and scared them all half to death. Back inside the tent with us both laughing, I entered his beautiful arsehole again and fucked that young man until we both climaxed.
It was a week afterwards I got the text off Fin. He'd taken a lift from a girl-friend of his and had decided he wanted fucking. Texting him back to tell him to hold off for about an hour, I waved goodbye to my daughter then text him to call round. Fin spent the night with me. And during that wonderful long night of passionate sex, l learned an awful lot about how to sexually pleasure another male.
Fin isn't the only youth I've now had sex with. It was actually Fin himself who introduced us through a website he and now myself are members of. Fin's studies had curtailed our liaisons, so telling him how horny I was one day, he sent me a link to a young guy called Jake he knew. Jake lives literally round the corner from my bungalow, and he, his cock and his arsehole have been frequent visitors to my bedroom over the last few months. Jake like Fin is a born cock sucking bottom and loves nothing more than to be dominated. And with lots of time to do so, I indulge him in his wants and my needs.
A very happy, if not sometimes lonely father, grandfather and now gay lover.