It's Never Too Late To Get Started Again

First I have to confess that I had sexual relations with another man when I was a desk clerk in college. He was the night manager, a man in his fifties who looked at girlie magazines and showed the pictures to me. The magazines he had were very explicit, nothing you bought at the 7-11. And they had active sex pictures, guy's hard dicks in willing pussies and assholes. I liked the dicks. That's what I looked at.

One night, we worked 11-7, I ran into him in the men's room. He had his dick out and was holding it to pee. I stared at it, he asked me if I liked it. He told me it was ok with him if I touched it and he sat me down on the toilet in the stall and I sucked his dick. Later he fucked me in the same stall bent over holding onto the plumbing. I sucked his dick after that and he fucked me pretty regularly after that going to his apartment and when he started kissing me I knew I was a queer. I liked being a queer with him. Laying naked in his bed and him holding my dick and me sucking his. But these things end and I went on through college without hooking up again.

I got married in my early thirties to a woman who seemed to just needing to be taken care of. The marriage lasted 20 years and she had one child, now grown up. It was for all intense and purposes a sexless marriage, but a marriage of economic convenience. We got divorced but probably should have just stuck it out. During my marriage I relieved myself with masturbation, I collected magazines of gay men, many Italian and Turkish. Later the internet provided a better outlet. I remained fascinated with men and probably freaked out quite a few men in restrooms.

It was again one night, during the 9 o'clock movie that I went to the men's room and a man was there washing his hands. When I stood at the urinal he came over an opened his zipper and took out his dick, a handsome dick, and he held it in his hand letting me look at it. Like that time when I was a desk clerk I sat on the toilet in the stall and sucked his dick until he came I licked off the cum from my lips and used my finger to eat his cum on my face. We left the theatre and went to my apartment and I bent over for him and he did what came natural to him and I went back thirty years to those days with the night manager. He wasn't a kisser but I made him kiss me and he and I became regulars which lasted for several months until one day he just didn't answer.

But the spell was over and I started to be more hungry, using the internet to find out about places where gay men went for a drink and places where gay men can hook up. One of these places was far from my place, on the side of town by the refinery. The chat was that is where the men went, looking for some action. I went there, it took me several times to figure out the dress code and the best time to be there and after being there several weekends in a row I met a man who said he was retired from the force. A big man, over six four and two forty and he had handsome dick and I sucked him and swallowed. I let him do what he wanted. I let him know I enjoyed him and his company. Now you must ask, how old was he? 68. How old was I? 56. No hangups, just two men enjoying what comes natural. And he's a kisser, likes nipple play and anal play and loves having his dick sucked and touched and so do I.

It's never too late.