Boy how time flies. I am turned 50 and I think of all the things that I have done and all the things that I haven't done. One of the things I have done, is mess around on the other side of the street. And when I look back, most of my great memories come from slipping out and spending some quality time with another man. For me, it has been a bit of matter of definition. When I was young I though for sure I was gay, or queer, because I was sucking off this neighbor who was a hotel manager. I went over to see him, and if he wasn't there I felt cheated. Fourteen and sucking cock made you a queer in my circles. Of course, fourteen and getting fucked made you about as queer as you could get. Especially because I liked it.

Later on in high school I had a fuck buddy. We both liked cock and we both sucked cock, and I liked to get fucked so he did the honors. Part of our game was that when he got it all in, up to his balls, he would howl like a coyote. We were both horny and nasty and there wasn't much we didn't try. The good news is that we didn't go looking for trouble with men that could get us in trouble. It was a private thing, him laying in the pool and me sucking him off.

One day he said that we should try pussy. We had to know, was pussy better than cock. I mean, look around, so much cock and all that cock fucking pussy. There was this little slut, she was fifteen and she had a reputation of fucking anybody. We invited her over, we gave her a tape of this artist she liked, we gave her fifty dollars and she spread her legs and let us both fuck her. Personally I had never fucked anyone, so to me it was all new, the feeling of having your cock in pussy. My buddy, he had something to compare to, and he said pussy was better and he liked her tits.

We got our act together and stopped fucking around and started dating girls. First couple of times I struck out, but I got the hang of how to feel them up and on the third try I scored some pussy. This pussy was fresh, fresh, fresh. New to cock, all white, Protestant, virgin pussy. And as a bonus, she wanted to a girlfriend. She was a great girlfriend and she gave me her pussy or gave me blow jobs whenever I wanted. I forgot about cock, I though about it, but didn't look for it. I was in love with this girl and I could spend all the time naked with her and we fucked ourselves silly.

Anyway, when you fuck that much with a girl, they kind of get attached, and she was my high school sweetheart that I married after we got out of college. We had a family, had jobs, did our thing, being queer was a thing of the past.

But being fifty is one of those things that doesn't happen very often, and two buddies and I went to Las Vegas. We did the casino thing, and the show thing, the titty show thing of course. But I went down to the bar at the hotel and hung out one evening and struck up a conversation with the bartender and he asked me what I liked and said that he could put his hands on anything I wanted. I didn't want anything like that, he hookers were everywhere but they didn't turn me on. That is why I was at the bar. My buddies had a couple of hookers and were getting laid, I was at the bar.

The bartender offered me something special. He said lots of guys come to Las Vegas for something special. He could hook me up, and don't knock if you hadn't tried it. I don't know why, but I spilled my guts and told him, this stranger that when I was teen I used to suck off my neighbor. He asked me if I topped or bottomed, it was a long time ago, I really didn't consider myself one or the other. He asked, keeping really quiet, if I liked it balls deep. I said yeah.

He made a call and this man who looked like any other middle aged man in Las Vegas came to the bar and sat down and he introduced us and a few taps on the knee and he slipped a key card over to me and told me the room number. When I got to the room, he was looking out the window at the skyline. He was all business, asked me a huge amount of questions, told me condoms only, told me to whip it out, he checked me and said you couldn't be too careful. He put my cock in his mouth and my ass puckered up. After a few minutes, he said that a blow job was a hundred bucks, giving or receiving, if I wanted him to top it was two hundred fifty, if I topped it was five hundred.

I must have looked disappointed, I had never paid for anything, well other than the little slut which let us fuck her, he said if what I wanted was a full course, kissing, nipple play, cock sucking, and bottoming, naked together, in bed then it was five hundred. A quick fuck was two fifty, but getting together in bed was five hundred.

I spent the five hundred, every cent of it was worth it, just the memories of what it feels like to suck cock, the feeling of being fucked balls deep. I had never kissed when I was a teen, but now I kissed and he sucked my nipples and I sucked his nipples and that was so much better than just cock sucking and fucking. What is bad about all this is not the five hundred, or that I went gay again, what is bad about all this is that I can't seem to let him go out of my mind. I know he is a pro, but to me it was not about the money, it was about reliving the experience, and about having the best sex I have had since I quit sucking cock. Pussy is good, real good as a matter of fact. But not as good as sucking on a hard cock, and definitely not as good as taking a fuck balls deep.