Going Gay In My Fifties

After my divorce I looked for some activities to get me out in the world. I bought a Harley and joined a riding club. I found a watering hole with other weekend Hell's Angels, and got into the groove, talking trash of Honda's and BMWs. I met Greg, a divorced retired firefighter. We got along, and he helped me with some home improvements. He could swing a hammer. I was on a ladder and he was spotting me and I looked down at him and he looked up at me and buried his face in my crotch and bit me. I'm gay he told me and he wanted to suck me.

I got off the ladder slowly, I wasn't as in control as I pretended to be. Here let me help you, and he kissed me. A man has to know what a man has to know and he was on his knees with my cock in his mouth. Greg is the proverbial top man, he does the kissing and doles out his cock for me to do the sucking. Before I fully understood the pecking order he had his cock up my ass and I was enjoying it. I loved the feeling of being under his control, his hot body against mine and his dick in me. I liked it when he kissed me. I'm the girl here I told myself, he's doing the fucking.

Greg has a large friend's group, all gay men in their fifties, most like us gay after marriage. I call myself gay now, but who knows really. Greg's my 'boyfriend', I've learned that with Greg it is about negotiating. He calls the shots, he does the driving. I do the house stuff, I'm the pleaser. Everything my wife never did for me. I love sucking his cock, I love it more when he comes while I'm sucking him. I like holding his hard ass cock in my hand, I love it when he mounts me. The feeling of his full body weight on me, holding me down, penetrating me, leaving his semen in me.

Don't say never, maybe one day you too will be sucking on cock and having your ass fucked and doing your best to describe why it feels so good to you. I love it when Greg kisses me, I love being the 'girl'.