Still Lonely But Found An Outlet For Sex

After my wife died I sold the house and moved into town. High rise living was not all it's cut out to be. Met ladies, second question was always something about if I was OK financially. Not interested in gold diggers. Had a couple of rendezvous with girls for hire, didn't get it up. Finally agreed with my friend, I was depressed still mourning my wife.

I met Jack a retired pilot who lived on 12. He was also single, went to the bar close by. He mentioned happy times, as a pilot he was all over the place. I started fantasizing in my mind, what if? I opened up to gay porn, got tired of metrosexuals, gravitated to men my age. Short videos of men doing men. I bought a butt plug online, with lube. Watched videos with the plug in my ass, stroked myself into some of the best ejaculations of my life. But it wasn't enough.

I'd heard about this bar on the Venavidez so I went there and hung around at the bar. Jake the Plumber showed up, tried my first cock. It was mind bending, couldn't get enough, lost my load in my pants. Jake's not a man of words, I let him get on my back, not enough lube but enough to get him inside. Much much better than a rubber plug. I hung around, met some of Jake's friends, a couple of parties, made some new friends.

As to Jack he has his group of pilots and flight attendants, happy times for him were a couple of girls looking for their youth. We hang around but he doesn't know about the bar on Venavidez, Jake and his crowd, or late nights, my butt plugs, and web sights for men.