Straight Male / 52
I Am Getting Desperate,
Kicking the can down the road I ran into a couple of older boys and they took me into the tall grass and that was it for me, I went home with a sore ass and the taste of cock in my mouth. That was long ago now, but I remember it vividly and often replay it in my mind. Honestly it is the only real adventure I have had in my life.
I am wondering more and more if I remember it so vividly and I can replay it moment by moment, smelling the grass, the feeling of my ass being ripped open, the taste of cock, if I have a hidden orientation. I liked it, I won't lie. But does that make me queer?
My wife passed some years ago from an unfortunate infection following an otherwise elective surgical procedure, and I have not been able to meet that other person. In fact, I am much more attracted to conversations with other men than the complaints from women . For example, I ran into a man in the plumbing section of the Ace Hardware store and we got into a long conversation about home repairs, tools and methods. He touched my belly and touched my cock and asked me how my plumbing was coming along. I was too shocked to know how to respond and I pretended to ignore it. I did swat his ass when he walked away and he turned and smiled, but I didn't know what to do. I have not seen him again, and I've been to the Ace Hardware store many times since then.
I then joined a dating sight for older men looking to hook up with other older men. But these men are not in my part of the country, or town. They are all in far away places. My town is hardly the hot place when it comes to men dating. I did drive 200 miles to meet a man, but he never showed and I came home severely disappointed. Now, at the Feed Lot, which is 30 miles away, works a man who has this reputation as a ball buster and the story goes that more than one young man grew up there, with memories of having been bent over a hay bale. But those are stories, who knows if they are true.
I am ready to bend over a hay bale, get down on my knees and suck a cock, shit, I am ready to pay for the motel and go home with a new asshole. I don't really care if it is a truck driver, or that nurse fellow who is working down at the hospital. I'm fucking desperate. I really hate that I missed out on that guy at the Ace Hardware. He looked like he could really put it over on me and I came away with nothing but air.
I am wondering more and more if I remember it so vividly and I can replay it moment by moment, smelling the grass, the feeling of my ass being ripped open, the taste of cock, if I have a hidden orientation. I liked it, I won't lie. But does that make me queer?
My wife passed some years ago from an unfortunate infection following an otherwise elective surgical procedure, and I have not been able to meet that other person. In fact, I am much more attracted to conversations with other men than the complaints from women . For example, I ran into a man in the plumbing section of the Ace Hardware store and we got into a long conversation about home repairs, tools and methods. He touched my belly and touched my cock and asked me how my plumbing was coming along. I was too shocked to know how to respond and I pretended to ignore it. I did swat his ass when he walked away and he turned and smiled, but I didn't know what to do. I have not seen him again, and I've been to the Ace Hardware store many times since then.
I then joined a dating sight for older men looking to hook up with other older men. But these men are not in my part of the country, or town. They are all in far away places. My town is hardly the hot place when it comes to men dating. I did drive 200 miles to meet a man, but he never showed and I came home severely disappointed. Now, at the Feed Lot, which is 30 miles away, works a man who has this reputation as a ball buster and the story goes that more than one young man grew up there, with memories of having been bent over a hay bale. But those are stories, who knows if they are true.
I am ready to bend over a hay bale, get down on my knees and suck a cock, shit, I am ready to pay for the motel and go home with a new asshole. I don't really care if it is a truck driver, or that nurse fellow who is working down at the hospital. I'm fucking desperate. I really hate that I missed out on that guy at the Ace Hardware. He looked like he could really put it over on me and I came away with nothing but air.
