A Short Story Of My Trip Through Life With My Bad Habit

In law school I lived in a small apartment complex with another guy, We got to know our neighbors and there were parties every weekend and we were invited. There were mostly guys there, a few girls now and then. It was a real frat thing. It happened, but not that often, that one frat boy would suck another frat boy's cock. Like if a bet was lost on a game, or someone got a real bad grade. I had to suck a frat boy's cock when I lost a bet on the last game of the season. That's really why there were so few girls that ever came to the parties, if they lost they had to give it up so they usually never played.

I left law school with a habit, like smoking, only sucking cock. It was something that happened when it happened but I never turned it down. Some men were old, some men were outright gay, some men were businessmen and others were blue collar men. What they all had in common was that they wanted their cock sucked by another man. As I aged I just happened to never seek out men younger than me.

I got in trouble a couple of times. Like once when I was working in California I sucked one of the men who worked on the plant floor, Denis was his name, and he was always searching for someone to suck his cock. He had the reputation, but he also talked about it later. Sucking Denis was a mistake, he 'outed' me about it and I quit that job and move back East again.

I moved to the DC area. I got a job working for a law firm as a paralegal to get me by. At the high rise where I rented a one bedroom I met a man, he was a lawyer himself and he was into marathons and the iron man thing. But he was as gay as they come and he wanted his cock sucked and he wanted to fuck. I had never gone that far, it was an experience, not very pleasant but I didn't say anything to him about it. He worked for an agency, he had been there twenty years, and he got hung up on me. I never wanted a relationship or any kind, much less with a man who wanted me to submit to him on every thing we did. It was suffocating. I didn't kid myself by then, I knew I was gay as far as that went, but I was gay when it came to sucking cock. Not into relationships, friendships were my preferred way.

I met a woman a few years back, forever single, just not pretty. She worked for the government. We got along and agreed that at our age we could combine her pension and my social and savings we should just accept that we weren't going to have that romantic moment. We got married one weekend with a few friends. She never asks me about my past, or if I am really gay, or anything like that. I lost my desire to just go out looking for a man to suck after getting married, but that desire is back. We are in our sixties and I haven't changed about men being my age or older. What has changed is that I have to be that much more careful. I have someone to lose now.