Everyone Has A Closet, You Don't Know About The Cocksucker Hiding There

I'm an older man, have been closeted gay all my life. I have never been able to get close to the lifestyle and quite frankly most gays I've met have issues with their condition. I like, prefer, men who are not out in the gay world. But like me hover around on the edge and enjoy sex and leave at that. Why get involved.

I've learned over the years to identify likely subjects, men who might want to escape for a moment from the tedious straight lives and suck some cock or get their clock cleaned up the ass. And yes, believe me, men like having their ass fucked. I do, I am not ashamed to admit it. I get a lot out of sucking cock and don't mind a bit of male dominance if it gets me a fuck. You have to know yourself, that's all.

I'll give you an example. I was approached by a vendor to participate in a charity event. They had a plant if an underdeveloped country and they were looking for funds to build a grey water treatment plant and expand the sewage system for the town. A worthwhile project if you ask me, no better way than that to deal with indigenous water born diseases. I offered to help, if my business could be of service to them, I could send technicians and I would help raising the money. This type of project speaks to my heart.

I met this professor from a State college who was involved. He was a born bureaucrat. In it for his fame and fortune and the college's reputation. But not in it for the benefit of the people that lived in the village. I immediately took a dislike to him and fought long and hard to get him out of the picture. So much so that he and I had a one on one meeting. There at the table, I saw something I recognized. This is one of those men who is gay and hates it, pretends to be a macho type, spouting off all the new vernaculars of college bureaucrats. I sat there thinking not about the project, but what would it be like to kiss the man, give him some of his own medicine.

I offered to take him back to his hotel and invited myself in for further discussion. In his hotel room, all save from prying eyes, in the middle of a heated discussion, I suggested. Why didn't he let me suck his cock and bring down the heat. His first reaction was to push the thought away, but I insisted. I told him I was an able cock sucker and nothing better than the cock of man in front of me. I promised to be good to him, and I got his cock out and in my mouth and gave him a first class blowjob, with a happy ending.

By then there just wasn't any hiding it anymore. I put my cock down his throat and felt his need for a bit of dominance, and got him on his hands and knees and with a little bit of coercion got my cock up his ass. He fell flat on the bed and I got on top of him and banged my cock deep in him until I had my happy ending, withdrawing my cock from his tender asshole. Yes, my instincts were right, this is a gay man all right and one that will deny it on his deathbed. But with that, he was easier to manipulate and get his full cooperation.

I never really was satisfied with him, he was one of those men who turns people off. But for a man like me, hunting for cock to suck on the margins he would do. It wasn't personal. There are many men like him, all over the world. I am one of them, and from time to time I meet up with someone and I click, I know he would like to suck cock or have me suck him first. Men in the business world, in academia like my friend the professor, in government work. Mostly older men, I tend to do better with men in my age group and strike out with younger men of a different mentality.

The closet is full of us, don't let the current wave of open behavior fool you. We don't have rainbows in our hair, we don't wear slippers and pink blouses, we don't go to meetings or yell in the streets. We work conventional jobs as engineers and accountants, doctors and truck drivers. Were the closet gays, and we are all around you.