Still Working On Accepting I'm Gay

When I turned 50 I bought my dream car, a GT 350. The dealer told me they sponsored a club. I went the second time it was held after an email reminder. The club had Mustangs from every period, the originals from the sixties, up to heavily modified GTs. I was out of place with my brand new car with paper plates., totally stock.

I walked around and came upon a Saleen, I had never heard of them. The owner was nice, talked me through the modifications, offered to walk over to see my car. He was generous in his compliments, he told me I was going to enjoy the car. Just don't take it to a track. We became friends, at the monthly shows I parked next to his, I brought my camp chair, and my thermos of coffee.

I went over to his house, he had a large three car garage where he worked on his car. He talked me into going halves on a kit Cobra. We worked on it weekends, till late at night. I had a buddy and I was having gun. One night we were side by side, shoulder to shoulder and I got this urge to kiss him. I tried to shake it off. He was looking at me, he touched my face and said to go ahead he didn't mind, pulling me towards him he kissed me on the lips.

That night I did the unthinkable, I had sex with him. He guided me, had me suck his cock, body on body, hugging and kissing, I threw caution to the wind and bottomed for him. That night I crossed the line. I went home, I couldn't spend the night. At my car he told me he was going to be cold but he understood. My feelings when I got home took over, I didn't sleep. Guilt, regret. I puked.

I stayed away, didn't answer his calls. I was embarrassed. It took several weeks until I got up the nerve to go to the car show. I parked and shortly after he pulled up and parked. He asked how I was doing, he understood. The Cobra needed work. That night after the show I went to his house, we worked on the Cobra, then went up to the room, I closed my eyes and didn't open them until he had topped me. Turns out I'm a fucking bottom.