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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 55
Midlife Attraction, This Time With Another Man And I Liked It
I met this attorney at a professional work group. He was my age and we got along fine, both divorced, both with kids going through college. He was nice and mentioned that he had a tax group that got together for breakfast on Wed mornings, the old farts club. It was basically a social club.
I went the following Wed at his invitation and he introduced me around. Old farts, retired farts, fat farts. But mostly men with a professional life in tax and some with IRS stories that made your hair stand on end. I felt comfortable and was able to participate, I was in my milieu.
Roger, the guy I had met and introduced me to the club, reached out and invited me to a BBQ at his place on Sunday to watch the big game of the week on the big TV. He had a nice setup, with an outdoor kitchen a big TV and the bar was open, mostly beer and wine. Men came in, after a while there was a group of about ten men there. I started to notice that some of the men gave off that vibe, their language, hand gestures, their clothes, their meticulous nails and hair. Other men were rugged footballers and outdoors types, Harley riders. More of my sort of men's behavior. Roger stood beside me, with his arm around my shoulder, leaning on me talking to one of the other men. I noticed that he had a fake tan, I could see it on his jaw line.
He enrolled me in helping serve the BBQ and drinks, and caught me behind the bar and slapped my ass, just like that. This time he put his arm around my shoulder and leaned in, his warm body and the caresses on my back. Later after the game started he leaned in to kiss me. I was the girl at the party and he was putting the move on me. I didn't dare push back so I went along, carefully. At every opportunity Roger put his arm around my shoulder, leaned his body full in. Some of the men were sitting too close, some men had hands on thighs, some men high fived at a play and kissed if it was good for their team. I was at a gay party and Roger had his eye on me.
52 years old and my first totally gay group. The beer, the wine, the party atmosphere the inhibitions down, the hands and kissing, the soft pats on behinds and Roger, Roger all over me and he wanted to kiss me. I let him, my first ever kiss with a man. The location lent itself to it, it was a warm wet kiss and he whispered that he wanted me to spend the night with him.
I was determined to find out for real, after the guests left and we picked up and got things cleaned up and the plates and glasses in the dishwasher we sat and talked 'personal'. How long had I been divorced, what led up to it. Did I ever 'feel' that attraction for her, or was it more like brother and sister. When did I kiss my first boy, when did I lick a dick. Never wasn't the answer he expected. Tonight was the night for it.
I was nervous when we kissed, me kissing back, standing bare chested. When he ran his hand across my 'bulge' and pinched me, when he called me over to sit beside him. He was slow and took small steps until he had my dick in his hand and I was enjoying it, it came with a series of kisses. He bent down and kissed my dick, before putting my dick in his mouth and 'blew' me. My first male to male blow job, it was no where near anything I had experienced with a woman. He wanted reciprocation. It was difficult but I managed and soon had his dick in my hand and my mouth all over it.
The rest on the bed, no clothes on, bodies touching, kissing and caressing, love making to erections, soft hands on behinds. At what point he decided that it was time for him to move forward I don't know, I had no experience. He used a lube that he rubbed in his hand to warm up, and lubed up his dick and my butt cheeks, before inserting his finger in my anus. I deep insertion, massaging my prostate. Then he approached from behind and he inserted his dick in me.
In one night I had gone from totally never having done it, to having anal sex with a man I had recently met. Only after he withdrew that I noticed he had used a condom, 'can't be too careful'. I've gotten to know Roger and his wife made a mistake. Why would some off mark playing around ruin a good marriage. So what if he's gay, so what if he has his friends over.
My wife divorced me over money.
I went the following Wed at his invitation and he introduced me around. Old farts, retired farts, fat farts. But mostly men with a professional life in tax and some with IRS stories that made your hair stand on end. I felt comfortable and was able to participate, I was in my milieu.
Roger, the guy I had met and introduced me to the club, reached out and invited me to a BBQ at his place on Sunday to watch the big game of the week on the big TV. He had a nice setup, with an outdoor kitchen a big TV and the bar was open, mostly beer and wine. Men came in, after a while there was a group of about ten men there. I started to notice that some of the men gave off that vibe, their language, hand gestures, their clothes, their meticulous nails and hair. Other men were rugged footballers and outdoors types, Harley riders. More of my sort of men's behavior. Roger stood beside me, with his arm around my shoulder, leaning on me talking to one of the other men. I noticed that he had a fake tan, I could see it on his jaw line.
He enrolled me in helping serve the BBQ and drinks, and caught me behind the bar and slapped my ass, just like that. This time he put his arm around my shoulder and leaned in, his warm body and the caresses on my back. Later after the game started he leaned in to kiss me. I was the girl at the party and he was putting the move on me. I didn't dare push back so I went along, carefully. At every opportunity Roger put his arm around my shoulder, leaned his body full in. Some of the men were sitting too close, some men had hands on thighs, some men high fived at a play and kissed if it was good for their team. I was at a gay party and Roger had his eye on me.
52 years old and my first totally gay group. The beer, the wine, the party atmosphere the inhibitions down, the hands and kissing, the soft pats on behinds and Roger, Roger all over me and he wanted to kiss me. I let him, my first ever kiss with a man. The location lent itself to it, it was a warm wet kiss and he whispered that he wanted me to spend the night with him.
I was determined to find out for real, after the guests left and we picked up and got things cleaned up and the plates and glasses in the dishwasher we sat and talked 'personal'. How long had I been divorced, what led up to it. Did I ever 'feel' that attraction for her, or was it more like brother and sister. When did I kiss my first boy, when did I lick a dick. Never wasn't the answer he expected. Tonight was the night for it.
I was nervous when we kissed, me kissing back, standing bare chested. When he ran his hand across my 'bulge' and pinched me, when he called me over to sit beside him. He was slow and took small steps until he had my dick in his hand and I was enjoying it, it came with a series of kisses. He bent down and kissed my dick, before putting my dick in his mouth and 'blew' me. My first male to male blow job, it was no where near anything I had experienced with a woman. He wanted reciprocation. It was difficult but I managed and soon had his dick in my hand and my mouth all over it.
The rest on the bed, no clothes on, bodies touching, kissing and caressing, love making to erections, soft hands on behinds. At what point he decided that it was time for him to move forward I don't know, I had no experience. He used a lube that he rubbed in his hand to warm up, and lubed up his dick and my butt cheeks, before inserting his finger in my anus. I deep insertion, massaging my prostate. Then he approached from behind and he inserted his dick in me.
In one night I had gone from totally never having done it, to having anal sex with a man I had recently met. Only after he withdrew that I noticed he had used a condom, 'can't be too careful'. I've gotten to know Roger and his wife made a mistake. Why would some off mark playing around ruin a good marriage. So what if he's gay, so what if he has his friends over.
My wife divorced me over money.
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