I Have No Desire To Come Out Of The Closet

I am now in my sixties and have been a closeted gay man all my life. I married in my early thirties to a young woman who needed to get out of a bad situation. She wanted children and a house and all the trimmings. It was like supporting a little sister. I had sex with her but frankly not that often.

In any event, as a gay man I had more than a few extramarital love affairs. One that lasted fifteen years. I was in Myrtle Beach one summer and I got the crazies for this pizza boy. It was pretty unnecessary and risky, but the blonde hair and tanned body was irresistible. Usually I go for intellect, but that summer I went for the pure sex of it. It was good sex, I'm sure that men that pick up young girls must experience a similar feeling. But things have to end and I had to cut him off harshly, but not before buying him a motorcycle.

It was my lesson about messing around with empty headed sun bleached beach boys. I am currently seeing a man I curiously met at the lunch counter of a nice restaurant (wife was off again seeing her mother). Good sex, good vibe and no infantile behavior. I've become very oral as I've grown older and I've become more feminine. I like to be made love to and I wear nice underthings when I'm meeting up with Paul.

It is all in the closet. My wife is one of those women who are perpetually too young and dependent. She's never had to work and she has her children, a nice house and drives a stunning Mercedes. We live in Florida now, in an upscale gated community and she works with another woman decorating houses.