I Feel Like I'm Back Where I Belong

I met Sam at work, he joined us to head up supply chain. A quiet enough man in his mid fifties we got along from the beginning. After a short time we were lunching together, we had become work buddies. During one of our many discussions he mentioned this bar and grill that had opened in his ne8ghborhood. We decided to go there for a long lunch break do to the distance.

I drove that day, the grill was nice enough, not overly crowded. Sam explained it was an after work place. He invited me to see where he lived, a nice enough two bedroom townhouse. He gave me the two cent tour, a bachelor pad. He confessed that a designer had put his hand on the decoration. He suggested, after we got back in the car to come on Friday night, when things got hopping.

Friday brought out the real essence of the place, a biker's watering hole, blue collars, the rough and tough types. By nine the nice boys showed up. This was an out and out gay bar. Sam asked if I was uncomfortable, not really I was curious. I had figured out Sam was a regular, and probably gay himself. We nursed our beers, talking was easy. When he suggested we go back to his house I had to accept why.

Sam knew I was a 48 year old novice at this, he took me through the steps one at a time, when I had a mouth full of cock his eyes said it all. We got in his hot tub, stripped down to 8ur birthday suits, soon we were in an embrace, kissing away, two middle aged guys pushing 220 a piece. He was hungry, getting hungrier, I wanted him to go for the gold. In my many sexual encounters I had not felt the need to just be overwhelmed, I let him walk me back to his room, we dried off with big hot towels, he took the lead and I followed.

Sam and I are best of friends, I confessed him that when I was a kid in my teens I messed around with a friend, and a couple of times with History teacher from the high school. I liked it then, I like it now, now that I've met Sam.

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