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Gay Male / 68
Mid Life Crisis And Mid Life Meltdown And I'm Better For It
When Enron went bankrupt I lost my job, my net worth was tied in Enron stock, I lost my wife, and my house and I went bankrupt personally. I was a mid level manager in the accounting department. Getting a job was impossible with the Enron pedigree and I had to take a room with another man in his house which was all I could afford from unemployment. I got a job working at Lowes but got fired, I got a job working as an accounts payable at a hospital but got fired, Unemployment came to an end and I was hurting like I had never hurt before. The man I rented the room from gave me one month free to get out and find a place. I called my fraternity brother in California and he said he would put me up for six months, and I could get a job because Enron wasn't as big a thing there.
When I was getting my things put together, a couple of suitcases, my landlord came in to check on me. He was genuinely sorry for my predicament and offered me a blowjob, something he said he had wanted to do since I moved in. I couldn't believe it, but he insisted, he said it would let me get all the rage out. And there I was on the bed in my free rent bedroom and he had my dick in his hand and he was giving me a heartfelt blowjob. When I came, I came. I hadn't had orgasm with another human since long before my wife left me. I came and lay back and he kept sucking on my dick, keeping me from going totally limp. He came up and said that he really liked dick, loved to suck and hoped he had done a good job. And if I wanted, I could suck his dick,
It wasn't an empty invitation, he really wanted his dick sucked and I complied. I sucked his dick, with the same enthusiasm that he had sucked me. I savored his dick in my mouth, used my hand to gold it and my thumb to rub the bottom of his dick, I gave him the best blowjob I could imagine giving until he came, in violent jerks, it was impossible for me to catch his cum in my mouth. He wasn't done, he said he loved to kiss, and he started kissing me on the mouth, holding me, and I started holding him. We are both big men so it was chest to chest, belly to belly, kissing like there was going to be no tomorrow. I found I liked it, really liked it, I hadn't made out since I got married. Pure kissing, our naked torsos and bellies against each other, our dicks doing their best to grind against each other.
He said if I let him he would appreciate it, get on my back and use my bare back side to hump against and masturbate on me. But he was too far gone and used the opportunity to penetrate me. His dick went in pretty easy, I guessed that he had lubed up his dick, it didn't matter, I was face down holding the pillow and he was humping deep in my ass. When he came it was another series of jerks. When he withdrew it was the most impressive feeling I have ever had. We lay on the bed. He was satisfied, well he wished he had approached me earlier, but I had to leave, I couldn't pay rent.
After I arrived in California I found out that there were a lot of older single men. I got a job working in a small accounting firm, and after work I went clubbing, looking for men. I wanted the experience again. It took some time but I met a man who was also on the hunt for the night and unlike my previous landlord he was very dominant and was in it for the pure sex. I went home, back to my friend's house around eleven, feeling used and discarded. But content. I knew then that I was going to do well in California.
Enron is over twenty years ago, and my fall into poverty and bankruptcy as well. I have a small one bedroom, I work freelance doing books and taxes for small businesses, and have a group of friends that I hang out with. Some of us are all older, but there are some younger men too. From time to time, as the need arises, I pair off for a nightlong session of kissing and fucking. If he won't kiss, and I mean really kiss, I'm not interested. I know my place, I want him to come off feeling content and proud of himself. If he will wash his dick with a warm washcloth and if he lets me I will suck his dick afterwards. I get a lot of pleasure sharing myself with a man, any inhibitions, fears, guilt are in the past. I never felt content after sex with my wife, it was an errand.
When I was getting my things put together, a couple of suitcases, my landlord came in to check on me. He was genuinely sorry for my predicament and offered me a blowjob, something he said he had wanted to do since I moved in. I couldn't believe it, but he insisted, he said it would let me get all the rage out. And there I was on the bed in my free rent bedroom and he had my dick in his hand and he was giving me a heartfelt blowjob. When I came, I came. I hadn't had orgasm with another human since long before my wife left me. I came and lay back and he kept sucking on my dick, keeping me from going totally limp. He came up and said that he really liked dick, loved to suck and hoped he had done a good job. And if I wanted, I could suck his dick,
It wasn't an empty invitation, he really wanted his dick sucked and I complied. I sucked his dick, with the same enthusiasm that he had sucked me. I savored his dick in my mouth, used my hand to gold it and my thumb to rub the bottom of his dick, I gave him the best blowjob I could imagine giving until he came, in violent jerks, it was impossible for me to catch his cum in my mouth. He wasn't done, he said he loved to kiss, and he started kissing me on the mouth, holding me, and I started holding him. We are both big men so it was chest to chest, belly to belly, kissing like there was going to be no tomorrow. I found I liked it, really liked it, I hadn't made out since I got married. Pure kissing, our naked torsos and bellies against each other, our dicks doing their best to grind against each other.
He said if I let him he would appreciate it, get on my back and use my bare back side to hump against and masturbate on me. But he was too far gone and used the opportunity to penetrate me. His dick went in pretty easy, I guessed that he had lubed up his dick, it didn't matter, I was face down holding the pillow and he was humping deep in my ass. When he came it was another series of jerks. When he withdrew it was the most impressive feeling I have ever had. We lay on the bed. He was satisfied, well he wished he had approached me earlier, but I had to leave, I couldn't pay rent.
After I arrived in California I found out that there were a lot of older single men. I got a job working in a small accounting firm, and after work I went clubbing, looking for men. I wanted the experience again. It took some time but I met a man who was also on the hunt for the night and unlike my previous landlord he was very dominant and was in it for the pure sex. I went home, back to my friend's house around eleven, feeling used and discarded. But content. I knew then that I was going to do well in California.
Enron is over twenty years ago, and my fall into poverty and bankruptcy as well. I have a small one bedroom, I work freelance doing books and taxes for small businesses, and have a group of friends that I hang out with. Some of us are all older, but there are some younger men too. From time to time, as the need arises, I pair off for a nightlong session of kissing and fucking. If he won't kiss, and I mean really kiss, I'm not interested. I know my place, I want him to come off feeling content and proud of himself. If he will wash his dick with a warm washcloth and if he lets me I will suck his dick afterwards. I get a lot of pleasure sharing myself with a man, any inhibitions, fears, guilt are in the past. I never felt content after sex with my wife, it was an errand.
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