Getting Old Now, But It's Been A Good Ride

It's not easy getting old. All of a sudden your hair is gray and your getting pissed off at everything. The other thing about getting old is you realize things, things that were there but you never thought about them much. Your doctor for example, now they are asking you to take memory tests.

But getting old is also a chance to not give a shit. I spent my life in two worlds, one conventional and straight, and the other gay and not straight. Back when I was young being gay was a pretty bad thing, especially as far as getting ahead. But the urge is inside you so you give in. You let the furniture salesman fuck you. You suck off your Biology teacher in high school. When your young your desirable and you get a lot of sex thrown your way.

But there is always one man that makes you, that one man that kisses you for thee first time, I mean kisses you with passion. That man that fucks you and holds you. That man who wants you to go to college and thinks that you will not be a good fit for the Army. Everyone has that man. That man for me was my youth minister at church. He was really gay, I mean gay. How was it that no one else saw that. The only problem is that once I was away at college he liked this other kid more and I had to find someone to replace him.

Being old means that I spent my time growing up where convention ruled the world and the unconventionals were in bad shape, I saw that all around me. I had this girl I grew up with who was always in love with me so when I got out of college we got married and I had a conventional life, kids, work, profession. She is by all standards my best friend. But at some point, for me it was around 50 I just couldn't fake it anymore. My sexual urges didn't go that way,

I met a guy at work. No one would ever figure that he was gay, but he was. He was surprised to find out that I liked him and we kissed that kiss that lets it all hang out. Fortunately for me he was comfortable with being on top. I've always gravitated to being a bottom, I need a strong man on top of me. He's a man who was g*fted with a big cock. Truly a big cock, out of the average both in length and girth. Holding his hard cock in your hand knowing that his cock was going to fuck you was quite a trip. I wanted it bad. At that stage it was about sex.

We had to keep things secret. He was black and I'm white. He is blue collar and I'm management He's been single all his life. I'm married with a family and a social position. He's action oriented, I'm intellectual. So sex was the glue. I was old enough to realize that and so was he. We had sex for the pure fun of having sex. His mighty cock is enough to bring tough men to their knees.

I'm now on Medicare and he's getting there. We see each other and get along. It's just that we live very different lives and since I don't work anymore we don't have that in common. And we're both failing in the man department. He just can't keep it up. And I need a strong man on top. As far as sex is concerned.