How I Ended Up Living With The Gay Life

Finding myself unemployed I needed a cheap place to stay and found a room with a man for a lot less than at a commercial apartment complex. He was retired and on a fixed income and the rent helped him deal with bills. Over the first few days he confessed to me that in his youth he was quite the man and he spent time cruising the casinos for men. He said he was a 'puto'. But now, he had a little SS income and he had inherited the house from his parents so he rented out a room.

On more than one occasion he asked me if I went the other way. I was polite and kept the conversation from going there, but he pushed it until I told him that was not my preferred way. Okay, he said, but did you ever try it? My silence told him what he needed to know. I knew it, he said, you like cock don't you. A nice cock right up your ass, you look like it to me. I bet you had quite a few cocks up your ass.

The truth is that when I was a young man I was in the Coast Guard and I did get a few cocks up my ass. Out there just about all the young sailors got a cock up their ass, and everyone took turns sucking off the older men. It's not that you like it, you just get used to it. When you are on leave you go back and hunt up your girlfriend, but when you go back you are some old guy's boyfriend. Two worlds, side by side.

I ended up telling him. He got excited and wanted to know more. He told me about some of his adventures. One man who took him to Mexico. That's where he learned about half girls half boys. Boys with tits. Trannys. Shemales. That's what that man liked and he found one for himself. Had I ever been with one? A Mexican tranny with a smooth cock and balls and nice girly tits, what more could you ask for?

No, after the Coast Guard I told him, I went back to my hometown and fucked every girl I could for a year. Nothing but pussy. Okay, he said, but you do like cock? Don't you? Right now, do you want to suck my cock? And with that he took his cock out of his pants.

In my mind I didn't, but that feeling came up and I wanted to. He saw it my eyes, he could tell and I was sucking his cock and that feeling was all over me. We got undressed and shared sucking cock and soon kissing, which always leads to the same thing, and I let him fuck me. You're a cocksucker for sure. And you like a cock up your ass. I do, I did that afternoon.

And that is pretty much how I ended up living with him for several years. I got hired back in my old job as a graphic designer and he got a job working at an art supply store. And for those years I lived with him, I was his wife. Always my dream.