Awakening In Mid Life

I was in mid career when I was asked to transfer to the international division and head up the internal audit function there. I was transferred to Amsterdam, and then to London. Living in Europe exposed me to much of what I didn't see in the American Mid West. I learned that sex was much more accepted and I found out that prostitution was for all intents and purposes legal, and kids started fucking early and often. As one matronly French woman told me, youth is when you have to enjoy your body, before the ravages of age take over.

I turned 50 and I gave myself a birthday present to the south of Spain. In European fashion summer holiday was a month long affair and I rented a small cottage a block from the beach. It was quiet and peaceful and I read a couple of books sitting on a bench down on the beach. It was there that I first faced something inside of me. A man, European of dark complexion, stood beside the bench and changed right there beside me into his swimming gear. With only his shirt on, his dark hairy penis hung 12 inches from my face. If only it had been some skinny white man with tiny penis, but it wasn't, this heavy set man with hairy arms and legs and his dark, big penis, I was overcome with an urge to just lean over and put it in my mouth,

That night on my bed alone I dreamed of that penis, of my mouth on that penis, I tossed and turned and had a wet dream, I lay in my cum thinking of that man on my back wanting nothing more than feeling him penetrate me. I couldn't shake that feeling and I spent the rest of my holiday looking at the men on the beach, European style I paid close attention to those that were changing, and in the public restroom sizing up dicks, wondering which one would fuck me. At night I masturbated heavily, two sometimes, three times at night, with the vision of that dark man and his heavy dark hairy dick.

I returned to my flat in London, that boring job I hated and those English folk so pasty white, with such small dicks. Not that I saw them, I just knew they had small dicks. The internet was started and I paid extra to have internet in my flat and I started going to web sites, both commentaries and pictures. I looked pictures of dark hairy men with big dicks. And I found a website that dedicated to Turks, and their lust for young boys. I masturbated looking at the pictures, imagining one fucking me on my bed. It was then that it dawned on me what a Turkish bath was about. At the Turkish bath I went to there were obvious gay men who looked at me and I looked at them, but they were all Englishmen, pasty white Englishmen. Nothing else presented itself and one evening I went home with an older man and sucked my first dick and bent over and had my first dick in my ass. It was glorious, this is what I had been missing all my life. I was gay, and I sucked his dick, Englishman dick, and closed my eyes and dreamt of that dark man in Majorca.

It wasn't until the following summer when I booked a trip to the coast of Romania that a big heavy hairy dark Romanian taxi driver who liked a thin clean cut American fucked me with his beer bottle dick. It was a two hander, and I sucked him for all I was worth, no more dreaming of the man in Majorca, he was right there and he fucked me and drained himself and I could not get enough. I paid him handsomely, I didn't care. This is what I had been dreaming about, flat on my stomach and this burly heavy man on my back pounding me senseless. Not only was I gay, but I was a unapologetically bottom.

And so it has been, I rotated back to the home office and I retired a few years ago, Of course I am 70 now and I have my memories, and I've had a few lovers. But if you ask me, there is nothing better than a dark man from Turkey with a big hairy chest who wants nothing better than pounding your ass into submission.