I'm Moving To Be With Someone I Can Share Time With

I have a hard time giving or accepting love. It's my childhood, my father abandoned us before I was old enough to remember him and our mother was distant and uninvolved. For all of my growing up years she never had a nice thing to say, especially when it came to men. Later in my teen years my friends would say that she was frustrated or that she was a lesbian. Both wrang true to me.

Once I turned 18 I was old enough to join the Navy and I ran into a whole society of men. Men in authority, from petty men to the brass. There was always someone telling me what to do. Even how to do it, how to wipe my ass. There were also women who told me what to do, but what I remember is the men.

I suppose that during the twenty years I was in the Navy more than once I sucked dick. Especially when I was young. As an older man younger men sucked my dick. It was a pecking order thing, you showed respect with a dick in your mouth.

When I got out of the Navy, I'm an electrician by trade, I went to work for a large property management company in the Bay area. So many dicks. It was impossible to stay straight. The more I sucked the gayer I got. Finally one night after a tumble with a man who did what he wanted I had to admit to myself that I was gay. Only a gay man would like that.

I met a man and I went with him to Puerto Vallarta where he had a time share. The gay scene was wild and I got hooked. I retired recently. With my pension from the Navy and with my retirement savings I am moving to Puerto Vallarta. I found a nice condo, small but serviceable for a single man. I will probably open up some form of an electrician business, but time will tell. For now I'm going to bask in the company of a certain gay man I met there, I have a good friend there now. Maybe it's time to accept love, at least I think it's love.