I turned 50 this year. I moved to a beach community eight years ago and set up a tax return preparation business as an enrolled agent. If times are lean, I work at the HR Block place. I have a one bedroom trailer in a small trailer park and live alone. I guess I am a workaholic, always have been. I am a cocksucker, I have been since I was introduced to it. I like getting fucked, I am a bottom when it comes to sex, but not really a submissive type, I just like getting fucked. I have tried various 'toys' and butt plugs but the truth is that I like a hard dick and an asshole shoving it in. At the trailer park there is a 70 year old retired navy officer and I suck him regularly, go over to his trailer, we sit out back on a small deck he built overlooking the sound, he whips out his cock and lets it lay on his lap until I just want it and get over and suck him off.

It is not a bad life, I make decent money, most of my clients are regulars on the island who work for an hourly wage, their problems are divorce, children, or they are a small business or self employed. I have never approached any of my clients although there are always one or more that I would suck given the opportunity.

Going back to the beginning, I was a youngster with a part time job working at the feed store. Lots of high school kids got their first job there. It was labor, we got minimum wage, it was always hot, hard work, but when you are a kid you can handle it. The girls in town worked at Walgreens or they babysat. I never quite got into girls, but in the tenth grade a ninth grade girl pulled her skirt up and showed me her pussy and asked me if I would like it. She gave me a blow job and we fucked. We were sort of boyfriend girlfriend, she liked to fuck and she had me perform to keep her happy. Of course this was before I had sucked cock.

When I was seventeen, that summer I was working full time at the feed store, I had experience and had a couple of younger kids working with me. We worked the warehouse and stocked after the trucks unloaded. A new warehouse manager had been hired, he was a career military guy, ex Sergeant and he ran us like a platoon in the military. He liked boys. The word got around that if he trapped you, you were toast, so stay out in the open. The day he trapped me was luring me into his office to talk about a raise. There was nothing on his desk, the shades to the window were closed and there was only the light in the ceiling on.

He asked me if wanted to make a career out of working at the feed store. Men like him always needed good workers and he could arrange it for me to have a job there after I finished high school. I wouldn't have to work stocking, that was for the high school kids, he could get me a job as warehouse clerk, if I was on his team. He walked around the desk and leaned over and kissed me on the lips and reached down and grabbed my cock with his hand. The whole problem right then was that I liked him grabbing my cock and I liked his kiss and he saw it and said he always knew I was queer material.

He kissed me again and said it wasn't going to hurt, he promised that it was going to feel real good if I gave it a chance. He helped me undo my pants and get them down and bend over the desk. He told me to hold on to the other end, he used a greasy cold liquid and fingered me. When I reacted he told me to hold still, he hadn't fucked me yet. When his cock went in, the gates of heaven opened, sure it was uncomfortable but it sure felt good, he slid in and fucked me and after giving me his sperm, he got some tissues from the shelf and wiped my butt. I was officially queer.

The thing was, for me I liked getting kissed. I never liked kissing my girlfriend, but I liked being kissed by him. After he kissed me I would suck his cock and if he was in the mood or we had enough time, we took everything off his desk and he would fuck me. I am sure that in the end I was the only queer, the other guys probably never did more than suck him once, and stayed out of his way after that.

I went to college for two years and dropped out. I got a job working for a man who prepared tax returns, that is where I learned my trade. He was an old codger, one of those men who was rough on the outside but soft on the inside and he liked me and he had a weakness for a young naked man. I would say that he was my first real lover, my first real love. When I sucked him I did it to please him, when we fucked I wanted him to feel good. I loved to shower in hot water, dry off and go lay on the bed naked and watch him look at me, get his clothes off and come and get on the bed and we fucked and sucked and kissed and did all the things he liked and I liked. In that sense I was a total bottom. In return, I learned a trade.

Of course he was old and he passed on and now here I am, an old codger myself living in a small trailer on an island, preparing tax returns, sucking off my 70 year old neighbor. What I need is a young man, who wants to get naked with an old man, who wants his cock sucked, his ass reamed, his mouth kissed and wants to fuck an old man. I don't top. I could really use a young man with a hard cock who just wants to give an old man a good fucking.